Well, it's been a couple of weeks and I've been frantically making stuff both for a couple of commissions and for the stall.
This weekend just gone was the first stall of the year. Down in Bournemouth at the SF Ball. It was, as usual, an eye opener and there were some genuinely wonderful people there. The attendees were enthusiastic (as only a con attendee can be) and the stall did OK as an opener to the season. I certainly broke even (which is all I ever want to do really) So all was good with the world. Which kind of leads me on to the depression thing again. Over the past few weeks (since my last blog post) I've been experiencing something very strange. It's like I've been medicating but without the medication. I haven't exactly been joyful, but the depression has receded enough to be able to look down on the black dog for the first time in a number of months rather thna it towering above me. He's no longer all encompassing and I've been smiling as well. Somethings that I felt that I had to force have been coming naturally.
I know that others take this for granted, but it really is a revelatory thing for me at the moment and I just wanted to mark the moment with a little flag.
Have you been keeping up with your random acts? Have you really? Be honest now... you'd forgotten all about it hadn't you? It's OK, you don't have to, it's completely voluntary and not binding at all. (a bit like Activia or so I'm told ;) )
So that's the first thing that has happened. It's not a huge thing, but hopefully ripples will form as a result.
4 more to go... It could be you. Or you... Not you though... I see what you do at night you filthy little pixie. I'm here to tell you that you'll go blind if you don't stop it immediately!
Where the hell did that come from? I started channeling my long dead great grandfather I think.
Which leads me onto the next thing I wanted verbally assault your cerebral cortex with today.
As some of you may or may not know, I have an alter ego (What? Just the one? are you sure there's only tthe one back there kicking his heels?) His name is Corvus Marconi (I have some good friends to thank for the name), It's a great name and it allows me to be not me if you know what I mean. Corvus, (or Doctor Corvus Marconi as he is sometimes called) is a bit of a mentalist and worker of magics and stuff, he concentrates on mentalism (I always say it's because he's rubbish at sleight of hand, which is kind of true). that I just couldn't get away with. It's definitely a character that I have a certain amount of fun with. It's a bit strange when I am developing the effects If I do it as myself and I trip over words and get stuck in explanations, when I drop into Doc C. it's a lot smoother. He has the confidence gene I think.
But anyway, I digress. He has put himself up for nominations (And I do mean that he has done it rather than me. If you are friends with me and Dr. Marconi on Facebook, you will see that I am quite embarrassed at his shenanigans). He's put himself up asking for a number of nominations for the steampunk chronicle awards. Both 'Person to watch 2014' and Performance artist (non music) (or something like that). The weird thing is that I was watching him do this on Facebook and I wasn't entirely sure if I was actually doing it or he was doing it through me. That was a bit of a scary moment when I realised that I had a persona that I identify with and aspire to in my normal life who acts with a certain amount of autonomy. Those of you who know me know that I am never the person to push myself forward into the limelight of the worldwide stage (albeit in a niche genre thing). To be totally honest with you, it is something that really gives me the screaming heebie jeebies!
So why did I do it? Did I do it or did he? I certainly don't have the answers, but If you'd like to nominate him, have a look at his Facebook page for the suggestions for nominations (even though I don't want to) Dr. Corvus Marconi on Facebook
I was going to talk about the weather and the flooding, I was also going to talk about low mood in relation to the season and other factors, but I think I now need a lie down in a darkened room after that revelation. I expect to hear the sirens and see the men in white coats with the big butterfly nets coming to get me very soon.
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