About 3am here and I’m feeling pretty good. Centered, almost like my old self again. Man, it has been too long. Unfortunately, I just don’t have “it” enough together to do some writing. Maddening, because I’ve so many new stories in my head, as well as the final chapter to Steven’s Story...yet I just can’t go there as yet. Have to keep the brain focused on the here and now. Nuts. Really wanted to get these two chapters of a new vampire/mystery-thriller piece out of my head for October, but alas, it’s just not going to happen. Other things as well...sighs, I just cannot wait till this whole chapter of my life if over and done with...

Soon, soon, please, gods and goddesses--soon!

Received an email from Ursel today, asking if we are going to attend the big holiday exhibit kick-off this Friday night. Says I am missed there, LOL as well as when I show up, tell them what to change in the arrangements an’ displays to make it “sing”. (My words.) Still, that was my job. Just don’t get it, place is crawling with artists and yet there seems to be no visual sense whatsoever...ah well.

I suppose we are going to go, final time and all that, still, it is going to be most odd, all the emotional stuff etc. Then it’s the opera on the 1st. Sighs...

Well, whatever. Suppose I should try to get some sleep, though it feels so far away at the moment. Same old story, still at least the good part of me is “awake” again. Have missed it. That last ditch effort, is this the calm before the final storm? Don’t know. Friday...if there is anything keeping us from going to the opening it is fact that it is on that day. That dream I had, yes? At least I think I posted it somewhere earlier, the one about some Big Bad happening to Emile with Them. I was given warnings and I passed them on to Emile. He’s going to do his best and I know he remembers because some of it has already happened; that “flash” of a pre-moment. The one where Emile comes into my room and says, “Yes, it is October, but it is not the full moon yet.” And everything was exact, from our positions to the clothing he was wearing.

Still, we know what to watch for and what to do, so there, we’ll be fine.

Interesting note. Emile was out walking Timber and he ran across our friendly Buddhist Monk again. Though the gent is pleading for us to stay, still, his wife had connections and they have a woman already interested in our property. Seems the old house is worth exactly what we thought it was (f you, dumb realtor! We knew it!) But yeah, seems unbeknownced to most (like the idiot realtor) our area has been zone “village” which means that if there is a commercial enterprise currently in your building that is fine. Once it turns residential then that is it forever--no more commercial zoning. So basically, if there is someone wanting to have a business in this area then they HAVE to buy a house/building where one already exists.

Hmm, not too shabby that. Gives us a tough of an edge if nothing else.

Okay, that’s all for now, my wrists are shot. Tell you though, in some ways it feels so damn good to have a paintbrush in my hand again despite the pain. Guess there’s hope on that front as well. I’ve missed it terribly these past few years, the unability to create through that means.

Well, we’ll see what the future holds. I believe, as does Emile, that once we are gone from here, this environment, it’s stresses as well as the darn pollution in this state, that I am going to get better. I’d like that. And even if it only abates, then I’ll have “enough” to just work through it because the art will be for me--not business related or anything else--just simply to create a work of art.

Fingers crossed.

Cheers and Good Morning, everyone,

Melissa