I feel like everything's winding down at the moment, now that my Brighton run is done.
Since the beginning of the
year, if not before, I’ve been going into the office every day to write or
rehearse bits of my show. As soon as I committed to writing an hour or
thereabouts, the work intensified. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to do it in
the timeframe, so I forced myself to work even harder at it. Now I’m out of the
other side - at least in the case of ‘…and Ephgrave’ Mark One - I’m at a bit of
a loss. It’s strange to not need to go into the office, or to push
myself so hard.
I still went in this
morning, to run my set for Monday’s gig. It’s nice to have a space to work in,
and to then leave that work behind. I could have stayed there to write my blog,
but I told myself I didn’t have to. I don’t need enforced solitude to do it. It’s
also Saturday, and I could do with a break.
It’s less of a wind-down and
more of a comedown, in a way. My enthusiasm for writing has dipped,
hopefully temporarily. I’m also disheartened by the lack of castings that have
come my way of late. I feel like so much of what I do requires me to initiate it,
and I’m tired of being the catalyst. I’m sure my mood will change once I get into
the swing of my forthcoming gigs and mine and Glyn’s radio show. More than
anything, I need a holiday, but I have to wait until October for that. Still,
it could be worse: at least I’ve got my health. Isn’t that what old people
always say?