Mood: Bittersweet
Listening to: My Moon My Man, by Fiest
Reading: Peter Beagle's The Last Unicorn
In the wake of Moon's death, I've been trying to paint and write to get my mind off of things. I'm re-reading Peter Beagle's The Last Unicorn, one of my favorite books and still one of my favorite films, and decided that I want to write a novel preceding the events of Last Unicorn following the character Mommy Fortuna, who I'm calling Eva (Fortuna is her stage name). All of this stemmed from rewatching the movie and being struck by how interesting Fortuna's relationship with the Harpy is. I wanted to envision the scene where a young Fortuna came upon the Harpy sleeping and saw both her fortune and her death in those sharp, shining feathers.
So my most recent painting depicts just that, and I'm trying to decide whether I want to post any of the writing here as well (I'm a compulsive editor). We'll see. At any rate, it feels good to be writing prose fiction again, and I am enjoying doing strings of themed paintings (I was doing Nemo before this).
Oh, and as an update of how our other cats are doing now that Moon is gone. Pooka has taken over Moon's favorite chair (ever the opportunist), Max cries frequently for his brother, and Lunette doesn't seem to notice anything is different. I see and hear Moon every day as I move through the house, and have to remind myself that he isn't here and never will be. It's really hard to believe, when he was a part of my life for seven years, a constant, fat, fluffy, talkative presence. But we have our other cats, and we are making sure that we give them all the love and attention that they deserve. And I'm trying to honor Moon's living memory by recalling the good times we had, as well as doing more good in the world.