I’ve never been much good at juggling – perhaps that’s partly why I’ve been feeling so stressed lately. Too many balls; too few hands. (Just did Freudian slip and wrote two few hands! Interesting ideas come to mind.)
Okay, what are the balls? Number one:
The Launch of The Piano Player’s Son is almost here! Three weeks today. It’s exciting and scary in equal measure. I want it to be fun, a real celebration of years of work. It’s nice to dream of the picture above, but in reality, I’m feeling more like this:
Alone on the sea, paddling furiously, far out from shore, but still a long way from landing!
I know some of you are coming to the launch, but if you haven’t received an invitation and you’d like to come, do let me know.
I know that seems a bit strange – surely it looks like Noah’s Ark. Isn’t that taking the boating analogy too far?
No, I’ve been writing a series of flash fictions based on the story of Noah and his ark in association with the English Symphony Orchestra who are performing Noyes Fludde By Benjamin Britten, in Gloucester and Worcester this autumn, in celebration of Britten’s centenary. It’s an exciting project, and I’ve enjoyed writing them – seven stories from different points of view, but the time pressure has certainly added to the stress.
Ball number three:
If you read my blog regularly, you’ll know I’ve been stuck at 40,000 words on my current novel for some time now. This has been driving me mad. I’ve been desperate to get on and finish the first draft but feeling paralysed part way through chapter 13. But I think I see a chink, a possible glint of light in the proverbial tunnel. I’m not sure yet, but if I can resolve this difficulty, I think the world will begin to seem a brighter place again. Fingers crossed.Tags: English Symphony Orchestra, Noyes Fludde