Friday 9th May

I seem so tired these days, I can hardly think.  The treadmill is harder and harder to turn round, the days blur into each other, the stream of e-mails is increasing – and yet I get the feeling that nothing is getting done.  There was a song in the early sixties by Anthony Newley, a strange man who funnily enough David Bowie begun by emulating, it was a sort of novelty song “Stop the World I want to Get Off”.  I think it was from a film, but I understood the sentiment alright.  It seems that the world is spinning just that bit too fast and I am in grave danger of losing my footing.

I fall into these moods occasionally when everything palls and nothing satisfies me.  It could even be mild depression, but as most of these mental conditions are subjective one can never be sure.  I have been waiting for weeks now for my friend’s wife to design the book cover for 2066.  Despite promises nothing arrives and I am going to have that uncomfortable discussion when I tell him that I don’t want her to finish whatever she might have possibly (but I doubt it) started.  And it is a pity because she is actually quite good.  Oh well, it may not be so uncomfortable as I imagine.

Often in life those things you dread are sometimes not so bad as you had imagined and the things you thought would be simple are the ones which trip you up.

At least today is the last day of work, and I have a practically clear day tomorrow.  I have the germ of an idea of a new book which I want to develop, so I must concentrate on that.