I still think she's here

Le chat, that is. Miss Patsy. Coming home I thought "I'll go and squirrel in bed with laptop," leading to concomitant and largely visual thoughts of "but the cat..." Only she's not here, you see. She's dead. Some time ago, now. Some months, anyway, which is what allows me to use the bleak term. At the time I took refuge in 'gone to the vet' or 'she's away.' Miss her dreadfully but it's what you sign up for. They don't last.

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Not so very cheerful start, eh? And it has, in fact, been an 80% cheerful year, I'd say. Downsides of incosiderate doctors (not medically and, actually, with some truly wicked smile moments) and some work troubles too tiresome to go in to.

On the upside - and I write this post as I enjoy reading back and thinking 'actually, yeah, that was good' - it's been a joyous year for creativity. Although I haven't done a lot of the 'tography, what I have done has been very much transferring what's in my head into an image. Deeply satisfying. I don't draw often, so I'm not very good at it and have been continually frustrated by this. Being able to make the picture in my head real is satisfying all the way down to my bones. In general, feel free to check them out.

www.flickr.com/photos/readwrite

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Acting. Out-frickin'-standing.

I'm stuck as to how to say it so I'm going to go with childish glee. We only went and won a bloody award!

I performed in the 39 Steps with Arkle. I don't think (hope) that anyone in the process would jump up and down and swear at me for saying the process itself had its ups and downs, but the actual week of performance was a fucking joy. I truly have not had a more fulfilling experience in theatre and I am thankful for it.

Oh, and yeah. Won an Evening News Drama Award for Best Production. *polishes fingernails*

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And I would wax greater philosophical, but maybe another time. In another year. :)

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Semper superne nitens,

C