It's that time of the year again - the downhill run into the dreaded 'Christmas' and the much anticipated summer holiday break. With the added interesting complication of a house move (or possibly even a double house move because we can't find the home we really love) exhaustion is beginning to set in. It would be no surprise then that the creative well is drying up.
It's hard to find the will to look at another house listing on Trade Me, never mind dive back into the complicated and exhausting world of the current work in progress.
I NEED A HOLIDAY.
It's no secret that I'm a rock chick! Everyone who knows me knows how intertwined my life is with music. I'm the daughter of a muso, Him Indoors is a muso, my son is a muso, every second person who crosses the threshold of our home is a muso so it's no surprise that when I'm tired and overwhelmed I turn to music. I think it's better that I binge on music, its a healthier habit than alcohol, or drugs or even my beloved chocolate!
I'm homeless (or about to be in six weeks or so) and on the hunt for a new abode.
I keep falling in love with a house and then discovering that there's something horrifically wrong with it! *insert sad face*
I'm furious that New Zealand building regulations allowed sub-standard materials to be used in houses between the years of 1997 and 2004. Every home I look at that has alterations or was built during that time is just a ticking (possibly molding) pile of wood waiting to deteriorate!
I came across this morning, quite by chance, a dictionary definition of domestic dog while reading a blog about creating story. I was reminded that all domestic dogs are related to the gray wolf. I swear, that's only an 'unstuffed' soft toy in Bruno's mouth - honest!
Up perks my current 'wolf obsession' - thank you Hemlock Gove!!
This is a pretty little visual piece and I really enjoyed the moody music as well.