December has been a bit trying so far. One of our pets passed away earlier this week, which was nothing short of devastating since the animals in our house are counted as family. It’s a very sad time right now, which has also contributed to my absence, which is probably going to get even more sporadic than it already is as we move into the holiday season. I wish I could’ve started this blog entry on a happier note.

Since everything shuts down this time of year, I’ve been revising old novels and working on the new one with a little less self-imposed pressure than usual. I’m going at one thing at a time and pushing aside that damn multi-tasking urge inside of me, but I don’t know how long that’s going to work out since it’s barely working out now. What is this focusing on one thing people talk about? Why work on one thing when you can work on eight or nine or ten things at once? Who has time for anything less?

Anyway, writing aside, I took a couple photographs at the beginning of the month–first new ones in a long while. Here’s one:

You can’t tell by looking at it, but the doll is wrapped in lace, submerged in a steel bowl full of water (dyed blue with food colouring) and laying on a bed of sparkly silver gravel and marbles. It was supposed to be some kind of drowned Ophelia and turned out to be an “ultra glamorous movie star all fucked up on coke [...] having a spiritual awakening!” as one of my dear friends said in the comments page. Hey, I’ll take that–I like that! I wish I’d been clever enough to think of that. Oh, art. You are so pleasantly unreliable or something. But it was nice to work with my D70 again and realise I’m not done with the Living Dolls series yet. I gave Ken a new haircut and I’d be sad if I didn’t get it on camera. I just have to figure out what ridiculous situation to put him in next. Poor Ken.

I know I’m getting behind on other people’s blogs and such, but I’m hoping next week I’ll be a little more on the ball (famous last words?).