I haven't blogged on here for over a week now. Being in Edinburgh and producing my play Rachael's Cafe has taken pretty much all of my time and energy. Plus I often have very little to say other than what I upload on the Whatsonstage.com website as working the festival tends to shrink the world down to a tiny little bubble where nothing outside of Edinburgh exists. Obviously the London riots have broken through this protective little screen we so painstakingly erect between us and the real world this year, but although there is so much more than the festival to think about, it still tends to take over in the here and now. The result of this is that trying to think about anything other than your show usually threatens to frazzle your brain and greatly disrupt any small sense of equilibrium you may have established.
What I'm saying is that I'm an empty vessel right now. I'm finding it hard to collect my thoughts together enough to produce an actual coherent thought, I've forgotten the concept of mealtimes and I discovered that I only have to touch alcohol to my lips briefly to appear and feel instantaneously inebriated. I remember working the festival when I was 16 and effortlessly switching between painting the town red until 3 am (sixteen, I know!) and being up and at 'em first thing in the morning, flyering with a cheerful smile and personality on it's highest setting. I'm not sure when I aged thirty years or lost my stamina, but I sure as hell intend to find out this Fringe.
Until then? My cup of tea and bedtime book bid you goodnight.
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