What I was doing was…

Aiming to get a scene from the play rewritten today. Not quite there as yet, but in the guts of it, flinging shit around like a jittery bonobo. To be overt: it’s been a shit week and today I am so glad to have writing in my life, because it lets me take all the over analytical, busy mindedness and point it at something useful which actually gives some joy. After this white rabbit day of coffee shop hopping I’m feeling a little lift. Going to do another hour or so then call it a day.