The Making of...Day 1

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.