|The Dark Lady - art work by Bastien Lecouffe Deharme|
I've gone all quiet again because I am deep into the guts of a new book called DESIRED PYROTECHNICS -- a morbidly raucous fictional tale of sex, drugs, and rock n' roll. I'm at the half-way point and I lose track of time, and the real world, when I get into this headspace. I can't say that I'll be sorry to see March leave as I've taken more body blows this last month than I would wish on my worst enemy. Funny how focused one becomes when the cards are not coming your way and you are forced to sit and watch as everything you've worked so very hard for is burned to the ground. It would feel different if I was the one who struck the match, but I wasn't. Despite how painful it has been, in another way it has been freeing – the ghosts of the past can no longer bite me on the ass and I bow before no one. There's a lot of blood in the water and most of it's mine, but I'm still standing, and will continue on my very strange journey to new adventures. That's the funny thing about life, sometimes you have to sit tight until the cards fall your way... because they always do. I'd like to take a moment to thank the people who have been there for me. You know who you are... and you mean the world to me. I live by one simple rule: If you are there for me, I am there for you -- it is as easy as that. If you are part of my tribe, I will go to the mat for you, and I've had a couple of people who have done so for me in recent weeks. Fame does not impress me. Rampant egomania leaves me cold. Money is a necessity, but it isn't the end all and be all to ones life, and when you die it goes back into the mix or onto someone else. What impresses me is intelligence, creativity, curiousity, and kindness. Those people who never stop loving the world and each other, and who know this life is one big adventure and treat it as so. I've got some stellar people in my camp and my heart is with them, bruised as it may be right now. I'll always be a daughter of the moon, She is my first mistress, but for now I will turn my face to the sun and feel the wind rising between my fingertips once again.
Much love from where the world's touch.
S - xx
P.S. There'll be new SISTERS OF THE WASTELAND news soon as the project continues to go well. But for now, the morning has escaped me, and I need to dive back into my psyche and conjure more material...