Friday Thoughts
A smörgåsbard of notions
On Wednesday night, I caught up with a friend in a pub in Finnieston. As we were leaving, we noticed the couple of wee guys (early twenties, maybe) at the next table who’d previously spilt a pint of Guinness at our feet (and were very apologetic about it). They’d moved in to chat up the pair of lassies to their other side. Randomly, in person! Like it was the 1900s or something. Could nature possible be returning?
Why do I fool myself that I can sensibly write for a few hours and then do other things? I’m at the heady, early stages of a draft where it’s all pouring out, and am I doing literally anything else? Am I heck. (I know I said yesterday I’d found a balance, but that was before the draft took flight. And also I was lying. Mostly to myself.)
That said, it’s a bit of a waity around kind of week at Handbag Studios. I’m waiting on a couple of drafts from writers and notes from directors. So while there’s obviously stuff I COULD be doing, if there were a week to get lost in my own writing, this would be it.
Today, however, I’m off to a Clarity Consultants Growth Group workshop, to get my goals and plans in place for the second half of this year. I’ve got a really clear vision as to what needs to happen, I just need to break it down into deadlines and to dos. Summer is always a bit quiet business wise, so while we’ve got a couple of things in production that’ll be cracking on, the next few weeks will be more of a preparing ground kind of vibe, which I’m quite looking forward to.
In these days of sensibleness and lives being ruined by three glasses of wine, I have to admit I’ve quite enjoyed reports of just how many flights ran out of beer somewhere over the Atlantic. My dad said they had to put the seatbelt light on to stop grown men dancing in the aisles the whole way. Having grown up in New England, I know that Bostonians think they can party. They might be in for a rude awakening this weekend… 😂
