A little bit.
A glimpse of this South Bank wall art couldn't have come at a better time. I sat beneath it on Saturday morning when I'd arrived early - too early, the doors were locked! - at the Royal Festival Hall for a day's work with two writer friends. I ate my breakfast bagel in the sunshine, then made my way indoors for a hard day's word counting.
The day flew by as the three of us worked to a pre-agreed timetable. I really needed to focus, as I have an exciting project to fill the next three months. The good news: this will stop me from obsessing about the manuscript currently with my agent. The less good news: lots of busy working weekends.
This had already been a ferocious week in my office job, with a lot to get through. I'd felt glued to my desk, my body slowly freezing over into a permanent 'h', bent over a keyboard. Running helps, so do hobbies. But still, I felt drained. So with the extra writing work this weekend, I've been reminded that the life of a writer can sometimes feel like the frantic juggling of many balls. Could I be happier? Yes, if I try to find some time for the most important ball of all - messing about. Thank goodness for today's lunchtime break at a local tapas restaurant.
How do you handle busy workloads? Does tapas feature?
If you're looking for some light relief of your own, this link has been flying around the writing community this week. Do you write like Tolstoy, James Joyce or, er, Chuck Palahniuk? The answer changes drastically with each pasted extract, so I wouldn't take it too seriously. But it's good for a laugh, and we all need those!
A glimpse of the South Bank before the hordes arrive.
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