
greetings from the bath
i HATE writing
my head is melting.
i expect to find some boiled brain running out of my nose soon.
have spent the day writing scripts and treatments.
which sounds quite productive.
but the main, unfinished symphony treatment has taken most of my time and remains largely incomplete.
it's like being able to hear music in your head but not being able to play an instrument to get that music out.
i KNOW what i want to 'mean' but i haven't got the words or skills to put those words together to communicate what i'm getting at, succinctly.
i can talk about it and people understand but it has to work in two sides of a4 without me being there.
aaaaaaaarggggghhhhh.
listening to dave brubeck's 'take 5' is helping me hold it together.
wish i could play the sax/piano/guitar etc... too though.
back to the copper bath.
i am good at soaking in hot water.