Eight Years and Counting

Audio Edition Coming Soon!

I’m sitting on the front porch in a set of “I Love Coffee” pajamas, basking in the summer warmth. The wrens bring food to their babies nesting in one of the hanging flowerpots. (They are surprisingly loud for such little birds.) A copy of Robert Heinlein’s The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress sits on a stool beside me, the bookmark nestled almost a quarter of the way through. It has been a quiet, lazy kind of day, and I dread returning to my day job tomorrow morning. Feels like I could use a few more days like this to just…chill. Reorganize. Reboot.

I’ve been so distracted that an important date from June was overlooked. I can’t believe it’s been just over eight years since I started The Cat’s Cradle. Even more surprising is that I’ve more or less kept up with it for that long! First once a week, then dropping back to a more reasonable bi-weekly schedule. Adding in Audio Editions (which, sorry to say, I am still behind on), and expanding to create new auxiliary sites. I’m still a little shocked that it’s still going, that I haven’t abandoned it like so many other projects. I don’t always post very long or in-depth entries, but I hope that so far it’s been at least mildly interesting to watch me flail about, trying to figure out what the blazes I am doing. Or what I’m not doing.

Today, I have too many things to write about and probably not enough time to write them all. I’m still fangirling about Good Omens; spending time on Pinterest looking at posts about Aziraphale and Crowley has become a calming nighttime ritual. The downside of that obsession is that I’ve been struggling to stay focused on Ravens & Roses. After seeing National Theatre Live’s production of Hamlet with Benedict Cumberbatch and the new live-action Aladdin film last week, I want to write articles for Second Unit Reviews. But my brain refuses to settle properly, so I’m flickering from one open tab to the next. I feel like my two days of freedom have been wasted, first with cleaning the house on Sunday, then with my utter lack of focus and motivation today.

But as long as I keep doing a little bit at a time, putting one foot in front of the other, I think it’ll all turn out okay. We all need quiet time while the engines that drive our stories churn away in the background, grinding feeling and experience into art.