¦ dialling in from Sky Bunker ¦
07:53 GMT, Wednesday 2nd September 2009. Came home last night and had the urge. Oh yessireee. I'm back in the groove. For the first time in months I had the desire to head up to the Sky Bunker after coming home from work and get into my writing. Currently creating more of the blog-entries that will drop between certain chapters; then it'll be final prep-notes and one day soon, chapter 1, line 1. Great feeling. This morning too, brewed a mug of tea then headed up and up; here I am. I'll get 30 minutes done before leaving for work. Don't get me wrong; not-writing for the past few months was a conscious decision. I needed the break. I needed to see my friends again, and enjoy the brief appearances of the sun... and my new wheels *smiles*.
Can you believe the Mood is still with me? Not as prevalent as when it first started but I'm still catching whiffs of it. Very much a flavour of 1983. Very much James Herbert's book, "The Fog". Bizarre.
Talking of the new wheels: I'm finally starting to feel normal whilst driving it. For the past four weeks, just thinking about driving it started my stomach floating within the cavity of my abdomen and had adrenaline squeezing through every ventricle in my system. And I was out driving a lot. Showing off? I wonder. Probably. The ego in control for a while. At the end of the day though, it's just a car. Ego, back in the box. Thank you.
The pressure cooker environment at work is not easing off. I'm aware of people changing. Personalities hardening, flexibility diminishing, characters starting to fray. Less smiles. There are jaw-fights over who gets the resource that is available, and there are senior types trying to crash their projects into existing schedules. Tensions are high. Ironically, this probably makes the company extra-ordinarily lean and efficient? But what's the cost if you put your foot to the pedal and the pedal to the floor for too long?