Freelanced for 6 hours (plus a ridiculous amount of travel time as for some reason in Cambridge it's acceptable to put up roadworks during rush hour), I don't mind it there but it would be an exaggeration to say I liked it...nobody talks, I feel like a weirdo, I giggle to myself because they've made me this way. Etc.
Had an email offer from another band keen on my services, had a look, turned it down. Felt great. I'm not going to curse this or anything, but I feel so incredibly musically satisfied right now with what I've got. It's a lovely feeling.
Great reading of the first 8 episodes of the soap tonight with Alan, Izzy and Emma - these scripts work! Phew! That's a relief. I think they more than work; the characters feel really defined already. I think this could be awesome. I mean, I still need to write another 12 episodes (I've been stuck on number 18 for a while now) and I don't have any time at all, ever, but it's a really beautiful thing we could have here. This could be amazing, you know. Or a delightful if tacky thing made on a mobile. No, it will be amazing.
I know I do this to myself but my schedule is ridiculous - tomorrow I have a big meeting in a huge theatre to sell them a musical I've not written yet. It's all spiraling out of control, yet I'm quite enjoying it at the same time.
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