b a t t l e c a t . n e t

Finally, I’ve started to write again. By hand. In a notebook. Though I can’t wait until my Stubby brings my laptop over. And the writing, it’s not morning pages or diary entries. It’s writing, words coming out because they need to come together and form a story.

In the same way that Duck, Duck, Goose ended up being a sign that I should quit my day job, what I’m writing at the moment is primarily about what’s going on in my life. I don’t know what I’m going to end up discovering at the end of the story, but this time I have to pay attention to what it’s telling me.

Signs about the change of attitude in my life, the big realisation that was going to hit were coming at me from everywhere.

On a train in Russia, I asked Dan to cheer me up. And this is what he made:

and then there was some more:

Despite everything that has happened between Dan and I in the past weeks, whenever I look at these videos I feel that my dearest friend is right next to me.