So firstly, I can’t tell you what I’ve been working on, or rather I did, but it won’t be published here until the 1st April, 2023
So long to wait!
I know, it hurts my anticipatory bone too, makes it ache clean down to the marrow. Or anticipation is rather a thing of blood and veins. Pulsating with excited little bubbles, like champagne. I had a chat to my AI artist friend, and they came up with the picture below - it is … about what anticipation looks like actually - useless and exciting at the same time. All about tired eyes and excoriated tissue - a feeling of being adrift, not anchored to anything realistic.
Regardless of what it looks like, I had to alleviate it, so I wrote a post and set it to not publish until next week—small things which soothe complicated brains like ours.
We do what we must for our quirks to be quiet and able to be lived with.
Just know that I have been highly productive with super exciting things.
Tomorrow, I am off to Dalby, Words out West, a writers thingamajig. You can come if you want but don’t be distracting. I don’t know what I will get out of it, or what it is all about, but you have to put yourself in such places sometimes for serendipity to come and find you.
Or it may be a trip up the Warrego Highway to a complete waste of time, which I could have found quite easily here at home, and do so regularly.
But I won’t know if I don’t go.
Working on your final edits today.
Love Kate X
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Dear Kate,
Exciting things ahead, hey?
Can’t tell me hey?
Sounds like you are being distracted by shiny things. As long as the result is worth it.
As for going with you… The Warrego Highway is mind-numbingly boring. Could you go and tell me all about it when you get back? I hope it will be worthwhile. Don’t hit a roo (or any of our ubiquitous wildlife)
That picture is disturbing, I love it.
Love you
Stripy X