This is the week that my first BBC Radio 4 play was supposed to be broadcast. It wasn’t, for the undeniably sound reason that the entire project died after it was written and before it was recorded.<\/p>\n
You can tell I’m over it. Sometimes I am, but it was hard listening to Radio 4 on Tuesday this week, although the play that replaced mine was good.<\/p>\n
Only, every weekday this week, last week, and for about two months now, I’ve spent an hour hiding away from everything by writing various projects just for me. Well, ultimately I hope they’re not just for me, but right now nobody’s commissioned them, nobody’s waiting. There’s just me, for one hour, somewhere between 05:00 and 07:00, depending on just how late I worked the night before and\/or how lazy I am.<\/p>\n
And that 60 minutes has become something I look forward to.<\/p>\n
It’s not easy, and yesterday’s was especially hard, was especially like trying to dig an escape tunnel with a pencil, but even that was a help. For an hour, I am in various worlds I am creating, with various voices in my head and, because it’s quite early in the morning, without anything else going on at all.<\/p>\n
I feel like I climb back into these worlds. And if Tuesday’s script happened to feature more swearwords than I knew existed, well, at least the writing wasn’t bland.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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