Pacing...

I suffered from writer's paralysis at the weekend, faced with penning some new material for the play. So I didn't do a great deal of writing, just a lot of nervous pacing up and down, chewing my fingernails and consuming lager. Yet Tuesday it all came together and I did what I needed to do and slowly felt my way back into a piece of work that I started working on way back when. Just as well I did get back in the groove, as I've got a meeting about the play next week.