I got into Brighton Fringe!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!! I am stoked. (I mean, I’m going to lose my shirt, but that’s sometimes the point!) More, much more, will follow. Right now? I am just trying to bask in the opportunity (as opposed to crying over the election) I already started organizing my tech book and costumes. OK OK I also started packing! HA HA, it’s in May, and I’m like…what jewelry do I bring??

I said the last time how I went home and have been thinking about my novella Time Over Time. I decided not to write it. It’s sort of out of my wheelhouse. I usually try to make art that heals and that invokes joy. This novella is hard to write and I imagine difficult to read. AND I am not sure I want all this out there… HOWEVER, it won’t let me go. I keep getting more and more inspiration on it And as an artist, I have learned to honor all and any inspiration. SO I started to sort of outline it. I know. It might not be a great idea with my recent bouts of depression over health and politics and stuff, BUT if that ‘s what I am to face, then that’s what I have to face. I am wondering if all my fantasy writing has taken a back seat because I just need to be real for a minute, Ya know. Just let the pain come and put it down. I obviously, do not have to publish it or make it public. That’s a different challenge. I am nowhere near that yet. I am thinking of a writing weekend or the like in Jan?? We shall see.

P.S. 17 feet. That’s the distance from his house to mine. That’s the above picture. I just sort of stood there and waited…for an understanding. I am 56 and still don’t understand how love becomes hate and loneliness is forced and demanded and ever, maybe, raised by society or community. Especaily that place that doesn’t want you to be what you are. Pluck all the feathers from the now-not-flying bird and let us laugh at you squawking hairless on the ground, dodging vipers and rats.

See? I’m crying again. WTF