Last night, I went to a Jean Michel Jarre concert, without a clue who this man was. I spent the duration wondering about my closing chapters. It's not that I didn't enjoy the concert, my eyes and ears shall recover, in due course. Let me put this delicately - the man is a musical genius, however all I could wonder was, what it would be like - living with someone so wonderfully mad, so talented, so deliriously happy. *Whispers* Frenchman and eccentric. I could picture Mr Jarre jumping about in the early hours playing loud music 24/7 in his studio at home and not being disturbed...because well, he's clearly working, really. I left the concert feeling enlightened about his keyboard skills and wishing that I had spent the last two hours banging away at my own. Ahem, keyboard, that is.
So, how do you do it? Juggle your real life with your writerly needs? And oh there are so many writerly needs.
Are you embracing your Inner Hermit?
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