It is a day I’ve marked off completely for writing. That is all I have to do today. Just write. Not wake up early to write or skip dinner with my partner to write. Or have a nice night on the sofa but feel guilty because I’m not writing. Just eight clear hours where my job is to write. It feels wonderful.
Today I’ve got a PA system and space. I keep lunging around like when Joey is wearing all of Chandler’s clothes. I can make noise. A proper racket. Which is handy as the piece I’m working on is about making a proper racket. Being able to turn the volume up loud - really loud - and listen to the music is a gift. You can feel it in you like fireworks. My flat is rarely empty. When it is empty, there are neighbours above, below and beside me would be disturbed by the volume of my music. I don’t what to be That Guy. It turns out that to listen to music, you need a large, enclosed room with a PA system. It’s having my own private gig and it is wonderful.
The gift of a couple of square feet to dick about in for the day is HUGE.