Stress

What a day. Literally five or six different things going on at once. Magazine articles, interviews to do, TV preview discs to watch and write up, scripts to read, scripts to write... And y'know what? I love it, despite the stress involved. This lunchtime, met an acquaintance on the streets of Camden who suggested we go for a pint. As much as part of me would love to start lounging around in beer gardens, lazily seeing in the summer, the drive inside me strongly suggests that I'll be forced to shrewdly pick and choose my moments of boozy release over the next few months. Maybe even years.

Tomorrow and Thursday, I'm attending The Script Factory's Soap Storylining Class, so will now spend the evening reclining and preparing for it. We've been sent a document outlining an imaginary soap, complete with detailed character notes. Our advance task is to come up with a heap of potential storylines. Sounds like fun. So let's get going...