I should be asleep. I need to be up early, I have an important piece to write and deliver by 08.30.
And I feel tired.
But my head is whirring like a washing machine on a tremendously fast spin cycle, and it is showing no sign of spinning down.
I had a meeting with a band earlier this evening and, as a result, have much to think about, stuff to plan and organise and more than a few things to do.
It’s all fun and interesting but… how did this happen?
There are so many things going on in my life right now – and they all seem to have individual dynamics happening at the same time – that I’m not sure if I’m coming or going.
And there are things going on outside my life that rob me of my impulsion, give me pause, make me stop and think.
Yes, I’m looking at you Ali Booker, and your fiendishly touching writing.
Anyway.
I could do with some help.
So if you could sling an extra half-dozen hours per day in to the next ten or twelve days, that would be brilliant.
Thanks.
And if there’s anyone reading this who doesn’t already read Ali Booker, go and read.
And then say ‘Hi’ to her.
Because we all need to have people say ‘Hi’ to us, now and then.
It’s nice.
I have been, I have read and I have left comment. She’s strikingly honest isn’t she?
Strikingly honest is an understatement I’d say.
I’d never heard of her before, but what wonderfully prosaic and poignant writing for someone in the awful position that she finds herself. I’ll be sure to be a regular reader from now on.
I didn’t leave a comment because I couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t sound trite.
Ali used to work for t’BBC as a radio journalist, she now works for JackFM as a trouble-maker. I mean that in the most endearing way possible.