Confessions of a Workaholic

Early in the morning; we are going to Maelstrom today. larians is sleeping in. No, he isn't, he's just sleeping, it's not even seven yet. I cannot sleep. I'll get to Maelstrom and feel weary by noon. I feel weary whenever I think of that mask I'm going to wear. Perhaps I need goji berries, or some high energy superfood, something to keep me going that isn't caffeine.

I know I am going to enjoy this break, from seeing so many friends to stuffing myself full of the elegant meals created by clawbeast and co. But right now, I could do with staying here. I am not good at multi-tasking; one obsession is usually all the weight my brain can carry, and now I have two. I need to write the book and of course, there is the studio side of things. It's as though I don't have room for 4 days away from it. 4 days! That's nearly a week!

I'm the same about Tuscany in early May. Now, I know I will love that, I know deep down how good it will be for me, how beautiful it's going to be and at least there I will be taking my laptop; though I know I will be too lazy to use it, or perhaps another book will occur to me there...whatever, Italy is a veritable Prospero to me, a powerful enchanter, always inspiring. I was recalcitrant about our holiday in Scotland years ago, and I would have been very stupid to miss that. These breaks are good for me, they fuel my soul.

My friends are fab and I love the group of people around me at Maelstrorm. It will be great to talk.

It's just that right now I want and I need to work.