My cathartic ritual of posting my mind's eye here has been stalled somewhat, as all of you have so gently pointed out via email, facebook, and one particularly abusive text message that I could never show to my mother because she'd cry with the knowledge her baby girl knew language like that.
My head is a whirlwind and my imagination is running wild, as ever, but the ability to do anything even vaguely recreational or creative is being hindered by that thing - that gorgeous thing - life. Between two jobs, full time uni, insomnia, a committed relationship, the horribleness that is winter, organising my grandmother's looming 90th birthday party, a backyard that is so full of mud it is actually flooding - flooding! with mud! - and two needy, destructive dogs who just so happens to love mud... I am too busy after handling all of that to do anything other than thank my lucky stars nothing else is coming my way. And that, of course, is tempting some serious fate, and I should spend the next twelve hours knocking wood. But you know what? I don't care. Come at me, world. If I can do all of this, I can spend my spare five minutes a day handling whatever else you want to throw at me.
I have so much in my mind to create... I have gorgeous bodies, glorious smiles, heartbroken landscapes, and so much beautiful depravity to capture...
But first, I need to curl up and do this.
xoxo
