¦ dialling in from Sky Bunker ¦
03:39 GMT, Tuesday 19th Feb, 2008. Kneeling on my ergonomic stool, "That's Love, That It Is" by Blancmange playing by random selection on my laptop. Darkness presses down on the glass canopy above my head.
Jo and I polished off a bottle of red wine between us last night. I needed it. One of those days where you spend most of it with gritted teeth, sullen jaw, bulging eyes and the veins in your temples throbbing away... my boss is away all this week so I'm running the fort solo... fortunately I work with great people... so although work is intense, and no doubt contributing to my "stormtrooper mood" - as Matthias P would describe my state of mind when I look ready to kill somebody - the main reason for Monday's state of mind is my writing. I'd had such an amazing flow on Saturday - in one day I achieved what usually takes me a week of early mornings before work and evenings after work... I'm now very close to finishing Shadows of the Quantinex: this is something that I started in 2005... so after so long, suddenly seeing the end on the horizon I'm filled with extra gusto... it's no longer cold clinical process to get it done... I'm back to raw passion, and frustration, frustration from each and every interruption. I've been here before. Every time I reach the final stage of a major piece of work I become a monster.
So, I need to chill.
Sebastien Tellier, "Fantino" just started playing...how appropriate...very chilled. *sighs...calm*
Djr