David Bowie died last night. That’s a sadness to wake up to on a Monday especially on a week that began with such positivity and bodes such opportunity for creativity.
This is my holiday week, a week I have set aside to visit the moors of Northumberland to write. This is my time to get a synopsis and some material together for the next stage of R&D for The Haunted Man. This is an opportunity to walk, write, drink wine, eat cheese. I am assured that I will be forced to stay in my seat by the wonderful Kim until I have something down on paper (screen). I acknowledge it is a luxury and a privilege, and the only way I’m likely to find the discipline to concentrate. This is an opportunity to stop worrying about the emails, telephone calls, cleaning jobs, visiting the gym, looking at Facebook (just f@@k off with that one) and every other tool of procrastination that I can invent (and believe me I can invent many) and just feel and write.
The past 5 years have been full of change, London does that, it’s also been filled with treading water, London does that too. This city is distracting, noisy, confusing, wonderful, hateful, frustrating and very VERY unconnected, well, I’m not connecting with it anyway. So it’s time for something else, again, and that’s fine and great and exciting. So lets see what this week can do.
And Bowie dying? Well, I’m reminded this morning how listening to Bowie when younger, sitting in bedrooms, smoking Peter Stuyvesant cigarettes, laughing, dreaming, wearing stupid clothes and talking bollocks, was so positive was so creative. And we could do anything we wanted to because we didn’t check ourselves, and we were shown by Bowie that if one thing didn’t work/became boring/was a bit crap, you did something else. So, this week/year/life is about keeping moving and playing and making… something. Anything,. simply doing.