So here is my response to Anel’s This year (in its own words)
My year – in the words of a play
Scene opens with Me standing centre stage. A tall cocktail table beside Me, upon which is a keyboard and computer mouse. A game of Tetris is being played slowly on a large screen behind Me. So far the game is going well.
(Scuffling, banging and chains rattling heard to stage left and the occasional angry screech of a woman)
Year enters stage right: You had better let her out you know. Eventually she will break out and when she does she will destroy everything.
Me: I am a little busy right now. Way too busy to let Creativity out. And the last time I let her anywhere near the game it was a bloody disaster. Took me a whole weekend to get Me back.
(Woman screams. More rattling and banging.)
Tetris games speeds up. Me frantically bangs the key board and clicks the mouse. It’s getting too much.
Me: You see how disruptive She is? Can you see? And She is still trapped in the dungeon. Imagine the damage if I let Her out? No.
Scene opens with Me on a treadmill facing the audience. It’s going slowly and it all looks pleasantly under control.
Year enters stage right: Where’s Creativity?
Me: I let her out for a walk
Me: And what?
Year: And why are you here on the treadmill and not walking with her?
Me: What? You want me to walking with Creativity out there. No. This is good. (Pause.) I like this. I am really happy. (Forced smile.)
Almost the end
Scene opens with Year reading a note from Me.
Year: Me says that she is really glad you all felt so interested in seeing the end. She too really hopes to make the end. But right now, its not the end and she has no idea how and when it will end. So she has taken her kids and Creativity to Barrydale fora few days.
Me hopes to see you soon but suggested to set up a Google Alert on her rather than actually wait here. She believes the end will take a long time to arrive, because although it appears that we may be close, Me thinks there is another Year coming.
I fear she may be right.