A full heart

Apparently, one ought to blog once a week. Oops.

The Flame Off was last weekend, and even though I didn’t rate the venue because of noise issues during demo’s, it was the Best Ever for me, because there are some really lovely, adorable, sweet, kind,¬†hilarious¬†people to hang out with, they made the trip for me. I had appalling sick making sinus pain over that week, absolute hell, but I felt cared for and part of things, so it was ok in the daytime at least. Nights were dreadful, cold dry air and lying down are a bad combo.

Some years I have left a Flame Off feeling lame and incompetent, lacking in originality, swamped with images of amazing work and the ‘I wish I’d thought of that’ wail in my head, and the disturbance has rattled me for quite a few weeks after, but this year I took something different home with me, a full heart, and that what I do is ok, for now. I would love to do more, and better and more variety, but I live with M.E., I have been awake for 4.5 hours and I feel sleepy already, just when I want to go to work. I’m afraid M.E. wins every time. Curses.