Reframing An excellent frame of mind today, in high contrast to yesterday morning. Realised I had been forcing the pace too much on the Doppelganger. Once I decided to put it aside, and decided to relax I found myself tweaking the play Wrong (my two hander plus a corpse piece) which I am going to show to Betty and Mark to see if they think it is worth staging. Took myself to the gym again, despite having a slightly sore throat, which made me hard as nails, and banished my throat in hours. Listening to Stalin ate my homework as I trundled on the hulk legs machine. It is read by Alexei Sayle and he is a lovely writer. It describes a childhood in Liverpool in the 50s and 60s as the only son of a communist couple. Sayle's trades unionist father worked on the railways enabling them to get cheap travel by rail across Europe. They spent lots of time in the Eastern Bloc. A really good read. Part of my reframing was also taking stock of my financial situation: I discovered today that my ...
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Letter fretting Today writing to an agent, and the afternoon writing to a publisher. Fretting over these letters and rewriting them, and the synopsis. A feeling of anxiety in my stomach as I do it. Mustn't screw it up. Off to the gym at lunchtime and then back to fretting at my desk. Arranging to go up to London on Thursday for a general schmooze. Also had a chat with mum who is being kept awake by the unspeakable Salty cat. A slightly miserable Lorraine called this evening: a horrid day at work, her house buying chain has hit a snag, as her buyer is being forced to back out. I however had a happy evening chatting with Anton, who not only cooked some excellent peasant-style pasta but played music from bands beginning with T. He also made me look at some hi-fi magazines: it is a different and scary world. One which Anton has contributed to by writing into their fractious letters page to ask advice about speakers. Typically however he did not agree with their advice and so ignored th...