Where'd I go?

It's like time travel. Really. Once again reminded with the force of a slap to the back of the head that time is not, never was and never will be a constant.

I lost several days.

Sometimes I comfort Orion when he doesn't want to go to bed--which is pretty much always-- by explaining how sleeping can be like time travel. How you can close your eyes and poof! it's a new day.

It's not so much like that when you're older. Except when you're deep in schedule hell. Then the two hours of sleep you grab between gigs or flights or shifts can vanish like a vicious trick.
But I still remember when it worked like magic, when an anticipated morning, ages away could appear just by closing sleepy eyes and counting.

We're hip-deep in work, including finishing up the fortune teller. We've stretched past our deadline for this piece,even the reset one. Ok, we missed it, but don't want to admit it, even to ourselves. It won't matter so much in the long run, but for now, it means that the moment the last detail is in place, we'll photograph it, film it in motion and send it off to be crated without spending any time enjoying it.

It goes this way sometimes.

As Ben and I work on kinetics, Ravyn works to get Poppet Planet in place. We're gaining on it. Poppet Planet includes a registry of all the original poppets. If you've adopted an original poppet and want your name on the registry, cool! Just let me know at poppetplanetgirl@aol.com.

Also, this is the address where you can now send your Poppets On Tour photos.

More later. Your artist's brain is winding down. Time for sleep.

*poof!*