Horrors for Another Time

I'm excited.  I have new things in mind.  I just need time away from the factory to stay in my studio and work.  I have ordered new materials. . . incredible things.  Three days of working on new processes, and maybe one will take.  But I must have the time.

And I should have it, for somehow, now, I have become a pariah.  Where once I had too many people wanting to work with me, I have stopped inquiring and now I have none.  O.K.  I will shoot rotten fruit.  I will shoot plants in glass jars.  Whatever.  I will stay away from people.  I will leave them all alone.

I've ordered things.  They are arriving every day.  Silks and rice papers and transfer mediums.  And I have ideas now for sets.  I will prepare to create.

But what happens that one day you are hot and the next you are not?  I've gone from hero to zero in forty seconds.  Abandoned.  Alone.

I will work it out.  There are dogs and cats and fish and vegetation of every kind.  I am clever.  There are no worries.

I needed to write this tonight for I have a full day tomorrow.  I start at eight o'clock at the doctor's office.  I will finally see one.  I will see what the future holds.  And then ten meetings at the factory.  I will be silent.  I have promised myself to be.

There are horrors to tell you, but they will have to wait until there is time and circumstance.