mostly david ephgrave

I’ve lost my impetus for writing over the last few weeks. This is probably partially a comedown from finishing my Brighton run. I spent months building up to it, and now it’s passed, I’m finding it hard to work up the energy to pick up where I left off. I’m less enthused by my own ideas. The lack of deadline doesn’t help. When you have a reason to write, you step up your game. Without one, you have no need to do it. You sit staring at a blank computer screen, drinking tea and eating biscuits. You wind up fatter, slightly more hydrated and a lot less prolific. Writing a blog every day is a hell of a commitment. I’m proud of myself for keeping it up this long (a year and nine months), and now I’ve got this far, I don’t want to stop. Like everyone though, I need a little mental space. I’d hate it to become a weight around my neck. I still find it very useful. Mine and Glyn’s new radio show is a case in point. Each week, we pick a topic to run as a central theme for the sh...

I'm currently sitting in the graveyard near my flat, enjoying the birdsong.  I needed a break from the office. While I like it there, it can be stagnating. I've spent the day tinkering with material, but found it difficult to concentrate.  I couldn't decide which bit to work on. There's also only so much being in a room that's barely bigger than my own volume that I can take.  I used to visit this cemetery more often, but not lately. It's a good place to think. There's nothing quite like being surrounded by scores of the long-dead to give a sense of perspective. It's also very pretty, with lots of animal-and-birdlife to spot. I saw a pair of green woodpeckers here once or twice, which was exciting; I'm easily pleased.  I posed for my actor's headshot here, whilst sitting on the selfsame bench. My wife took the photo, as she's a dab hand with the camera. She's also very cheap. She did it in return for a fish-and-chip-dinner, wh...