Yesterday was really day one. Where I
sweat blood and tears and created the ‘perfect’ teaser trailer for my upcoming
documentary. It was the only thing I really felt like doing memorizing lines
wasn’t in repertoire either. Yesterday I lost the last of the original furry
fan club. Chyna, Gotti, and now Scarface.
Scarface was a beautiful gray and white
kitty who was my cuddle bunny in the aftermath of the unexpected deaths of
Chyna and Gotti a week a part. I had him for seven wonderful months. But in the
end it was awful. He was throwing bile and blood and had gone from fat furry
friend to only 7.4 pounds and a for a kitty who was originally 11 pounds that
says something.
Now I am left the baby, who is truly a
baby. At eight months he is still only kitten. He is an orange tabby and his
name is Luke.
Last night I was numb. I was able to
focus on the trailer which I will put on this site and made my submission for
the documentary The Making of Letters to Daniel: A One Woman Show to Film-Com
this year.
This documentary will talk about the
struggles and the makings of a play for someone who never saw themselves as an
actress. But is making the performance as more of an activist to spread the
word mental illness is not contagious. Bipolar disorder does not rub off on
you. It is something you have that not only can make life unbearable for you
and everyone around you, but something that can be harnessed and made to work
in your favor.
I wasn’t sure how this was all going to
play itself out. I do need to purchase a camera that can film interviews and
find a way to relax in front of the camera myself during filming and the night
of the big performance itself.
During my journey last time I took you
to from my literal beginnings. Here we start somewhere along the journey.
Me grieving my boobala as Howard’s
mother would call him. But on the other hand I have news about a book I wrote.
None that I can share this moment. Suffice it to say if I weren’t grieving I’d
be way happier than I seem.
Luke is now sleeping away next to me on
the bed alongside the falling apart desk I’m working on. I haven’t properly
bonded with him. He was only three months old when I brought him home. I
heavily favored Scarface. So he bonded with dad.
I’m not the only one grieving Scar, Luke
loved to play with him. And now that his playmate is gone he is bonding with
me. Chyna was baby literally from start to finish. She wasn’t properly weaned
and she was the runt of the litter.
Now Luke and I it seems are destined to
take this next part of my journey together. My furbaby companions have seen me
through a lot. I will feature them in the sidebar. As news comes that I am
allowed to share you better believe I’ll share it.
I have great friends too. On the inner
circle Pam and Missy have been my backbone and back-up officially we’re Healing
Hands Entertainment, but between one another we are the 3BP crew. That’s Three
Bitches Press to anyone who’s around who’ll listen. I am an activist by nature,
and Missy and Pam have causes as well. But I hope that by the end of this part
of the journey everyone will understand why Letters to Daniel is such a passion
of mine.
