Is it just me or does everybody struggle with the real world when they’re trying to write something? In the last few days I’ve managed to forget my mum’s birthday, take a day off work for a gig I was convinced was tomorrow when it’s actually the day after, and just generally spraffed ill-conceived nonsense at everyone.
This is not good. I am going to end up dangling at the end of several tethers – and that’s not really where I want to be. Why isn’t there enough space in my head for the real world as well as the fictional one?