2. Thwarted plans. 2nd January

 The intention was to start the day with a 5k run. The first of the year. 550 run in total last year, plans to increase that number this time out. (Ditto for books, 48 read last year, want to push past 50 - and yes, theatre scripts do count as books for that purpose).

Woke instead at 5am. With my head running revisions for the new version of the 8 page pitch that, until such time as it's fully signed off and announced, will be referred to as DD (all my shows going under initials at some point with the exception of 'A Brief Conversation About The Inevitability of Love' which is referred to as Brief Conversation and currently looks planned for November-ish)

"If she does this and he does that and they ask that question and if this happens in the mid nineties instead of late eighties and if that pronunciation doesn't make sense to anyone outside the city then where does that put us and who does that make them."

So, at 5.30 I'm at the dining table with my notebook, splurging the contents of my semi waking mind onto paper before it vanishes into the ether with all the other lost ideas. 

Thought I was up. Went back to bed. Slept.

Woke to frost. Started the 5k I'd planned. Halfway down Dunnings Bridge my tired trainers are slipping all over the place and it's obvious that the best that can happen here is that I twist my back. Half a kilometre in and I've abandoned. 

The afternoon ahead? Creative Writing class 'over the water'. Today's prompts assembled yesterday afternoon, mostly concerning starts and dates that seem like science fiction given the decidedly futuristic nature of the year 2025. What did you think out would be like? They Promised Us Jetpacks and all that. We're now ten years ahead of the final Back To The Future Film and Biff Tanner and his mates now genuinely run the world. Who saw that one coming? With the exception of Robert Zemeckis?

Soundtracked by the new Father John Misty album. Vinyl, side two of disc one - 'Josh Tillman And The Accidental Overdose' and 'Mental Health'. I once dismissed Father John Misty as 'a john Grant tribute act'. I was wrong, he ended up being the more enjoyable of the two (for me, that is - other opinions are always available.)

(Question - if I haven't told anyone these things exist, how does yesterday's post have six views? Leave a comment if you're seeing this - a postcard will do)

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