So the April madness is behind me. I delivered my project in my day job finishing 17 days on the trot with a 75 hour week during which I did nothing but work, eat a microwaveable plastic box of pasta, sleep and do the same all over again. Day 5 into the 17 banned my colleagues from calling it ‘our £1 million project’ because the name was terrifying. Anyway, it all went well and everyone is happy - including me - and I get my life back.
I’ve used my few days off since to work intensively on those final Thirst nips and tucks and I sent Thirst off to my agent at 8am on Friday on a wing and a prayer with a little celebratory pyjama dance. Again, I am very happy indeed.
I thought, no, promised myself, that I would get so drunk my fingers went numb when I had a few days off from both the money job and writing job but instead this weekend I’ve eaten huge quantities (Japanese feasts, slabs of buttery sour dough toast, Bodean’s BBQ, coconut muffins, salted caramel tart, triple fried chips with yogurt and harissa). Thankfully I have also run every day - fast, short, joyful runs with my music up loud (I would like to apologise to the man who caught me doing a hyperventilated version of ‘Dirty Cash’ because I thought I was alone in the running room). I read HEFT (which chopped my beating heart into tiny pieces and then reshaped into a meat patty between its persuasive sweaty palms). I’ve been to see Brains at the Wellcome Collection (brilliant and a bit mind-boggling if you’ll pardon the the pun) and the incredible Sony World Photography prize (this is one of my favourites…)
Now though it’s back to work - Tony Hogan won’t sell itself, it’s out in a mere blink-of-the-eye-eight-weeks and I’ve magazine features to write, student talks to prepare and bloggers arms to twist (I’m planning a blog tour competition with a very special prize). On your marks, get set….etc.