I'm not

[smokingboot]

I need footage, lots of it. Creating it is not so easy, so if you know of fascinating events, tattoo parlour openings, gigs, rallies, anything unusual like that, where they might let a strange wandering woman interview hapless passers-by, let me know - and of course, anyone who wants to practice their camera work give me a shout.

Wonderful friends are helping out, but still, I should be scripting my next adventure and I'm not. I should be preparing for the holiday next week but I'm not. I should be washing my clothes for the next batch of shows but I'm not. I should be contacting the lovely nyarbaggytep re a portfolio but I'm not. I should be talking to the ever patient elevenwords re the drafting of the Spiders Bride webpage but I'm not. I should be writing my next book but I'm not. I should be checking with my mini-isa to make sure the right amount is going in but I'm not.

This is ridiculous. I can't move. This entry is meant to galvanise me into action, but it doesn't. I sit here and notice how cold my coffee has got. Can't go down to the kitchen to microwave it or make a new one. Instead I'll just grimace over it and stare at the screen.

How did I reach this state of exhaustion? There's been a lot of stress. I will know I am less stressed when I can unravel my head and write about it here, but for now, it's another thing my body won't let me do.

I have left the Tower now, abode of colonel_maxim, ellefurtle and caddyman with gratitude for their courtesy over my extended sojourn there. Now I have somewhere to stay in South London and I am very much in love with it; I know I am going to be happy there. My very first night I locked myself out, came home at 3 in the morning from the evening show to discover my mistake, and had to call out an emergency locksmith. £120 poorer at 5 a.m I finally went to bed only to get up 4 and a half hours later to be in for a briefing re the day show. Ironically, the show was brilliant, but since then I have collapsed good and proper.

There is so much to do, so much important stuff. But I just can't move. I just finished my disgusting coffee. I must get dressed or go back to sleep. Get up, boot, get up!

Zzzzzzzz.

Comments

[bytepilot.livejournal.com]

Forgive my foolishness Oh Boot of my dreams.
But if you are both in bed and posting on Teh Interwebs, it seems to me that you must have some form of at least nominal net access at your new abode.

Also (snuggles)

Dunno if this interests...

[nyarbaggytep.livejournal.com]

Ulfah Arts is delighted to be working with the National Trust on a new project which uses the sacred Quran to interpret Wightwick Manor, a National Trust property. Ulfah Arts is looking for a group of 10 people, who will select quotes from the Quran and then use this as a basis to research the history of Wightwick Manor. The aim would be to produce a guide which highlights the quotes from the Quran but at the sam e time brings them to life using the house. The guide will be an exciting resource for those who wish to learn more about Islam but also for those who visit Wightwick manor regularly, offering them a new insight into the property.

If you are interested and would like to join the project, the dates are below. The sessions will be a combination of visits to Wightwick Manor (Wolverhampton) and sessions to be held at National Trust Offices in Birmingham .

Project Introduction & Registration 10th May 2008 10.30am-1pm

www.ulfaharts.co.uk

[nyarbaggytep.livejournal.com]

Photos we can arrange leisurely-like.
:)

Re: Dunno if this interests...

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

This is so fantastic! Thank you:-)

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

That would be nice. You are wonderful xxx

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Snugs back, though you must consider, my dear duke,the possibility that I wrote this from my Manchester abode or the astral realms. Hope you are feeling all right. Much love xxx

[bytepilot.livejournal.com]

Ye gods and little fishes, They have the internets in Manchester ?

Nahh.

Must be astral projection.

Love you too sweetheart. (xxx)

[nyarbaggytep.livejournal.com]

*beams*