You know what’s weird right? That feeling you get when you know you’ve accomplished something, when you’ve sort of reached the ecclesiastical pinnacle of whatever you’ve been doing. It’s all a bit silly really isn’t it? That mix of joy, surprise and relief you get wehn you’ve reached the end of an arduous task, acting out as if you haven’t been there the whole time; as if you’ve been watching a movie about yourself but have been intrinsically detached from the whole event. What a load of rhubarb.

I tend to find that my spirituality and thinking box are heightened during times of stress and I likes it, say for example when working on a new script and that – it’s nice to write down words for others to say. That’s not work, you can’t be happy to finish that, you should be happy and glad and such to be able to give these people word to say. I liken it to Rosie and Jim, those two puppets who were on that boat with the duck. That arrogant git of a duck who thought he had, nay he did have the power to summon those two little rascals back whenever he wanted, akin to some kind of fowlish (mind the pun) maternal figure to Rosie and Jim. That’s who I am when I write. I’m that duck; an omnipotent being who controls those who are lower in the feudal system of life than me.

What a rambling bifurcated bloggy-wog this has been. But I think what I wanted to say was that you, along with me, should be at peace when you’re achieving something, not when you’ve achieved it; because, really, what are you going to strive for next?