I can’t quite believe my fingers are typing this … I hate the way that my brain sees this post as a failure.
Today I decided to take a little break from this project. There is way too much stress and pressure in my life right now with deadlines flying thicker than the crows in our garden (yes, they have taken over and the lorikeets I loved have found other places to visit, where they won’t be assaulted).
In the space of three weeks I have seven high profile speaking engagements. Those of you who know me will know that I am a good public speaker but that I fall to pieces with nerves before getting up on stage. Vomiting, insomnia and 24-hour panic attacks are some of the usual symptoms. The only thing that helps is masses of preparation. Preparation that I’m not managing to do with a job, a PhD, grant applications and a play a day to read.
Something has to give. My family decided it shouldn’t be them and I’ve decided it shouldn’t be my health or sanity, so I’m taking a breather. A hiatus. A pause.
It won’t be for long. I just need to get through these next few weeks and then I should be ready to go again.
I hope you’ll be less hard on me than I am on myself and that you’ll forgive me calling this 365 plays even if they’re read over a slightly longer period than I intended. I have managed to read a play a day for 162 days straight and hopefully I’ll come back refreshed and ready for the next 203.
Thanks for reading and for your support.
I’ll be back soon. Promise.