Another day, another gig has come in. A music gig, that is. On the writing front, there isn't much coming in at the moment. After an endless run of commissions since leaving The Sunday Times four weeks ago, I'm on my last writing gig for a while. A big job, it will take me into next week and then... it's wait and see.
There is work to do on re-writing the book, Like A Flower, before it goes to an agent, and work to do on my new website, too. So there's no possibility of being idle.
As with music, you can despair of ever having another booking and then suddenly the diary is so full you don't know how to fit everything in.
They say you should play every gig like it's your last... but at this stage of the game, you never know when it might be just that.
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