They say that longer gestation in animals is correlated with more intelligence. Elephants gestate 24 months, sperm whales and dolphins up to 19, walruses – 16.
So far “Rocks In My Pockets” has gestated 39 months. I don’t know about it’s intelligence, but as it’s mother I feel depleted of nutrition and deprived of social joys.
While everybody seems to having a party, I have sunk deeper in the hole I had dug for myself 39 months ago.
– Can we get together? – a friend asks.
– Sure!- I say, because I love my friends.
I look in my calendar and I see nothing but work work work on the schedule every day.
– Uhm, this month is busy, but I expect next month will be less hectic. I’ll email you in in 3 weeks.
In three weeks we connect again only to discover my schedule has gotten more hectic. Friends stop calling/emailing/texting. I stop recognizing them when I see them at ASIFA-East events.
Then, in the deep dark hole the monsters appear. Of the usual kind – left hatred, fear and panic.
– Let me out! let me out! – I scream.
But everybody’s busy celebrating the start of the spring.
July 1st is the deadline we are aiming for. Will the monsters let me live that long?