I am also deep, deep down a writing well - the very best kind. The kind that takes every last drop of my brain - new characters, new books, new stories, new series(s?). More irons in the fire than I've ever had and I can't wait to tell everyone what's in the works. It's the most exciting time I can think of and I'm a live-wire just thinking about the future.
(Spontaneous field trip to Zuma with my nieces. Amazing day...)
What this also means, unfortunately, is I'm a drooling mess in every other part of my life. Which isn't as awesome, but a necessary evil.
I've been reading a ton. I'm in this book club and we're reading Shakespeare in order and right now we're in the throes of Henry IV, Parts One and Two and on the cusp of Henry V. There are discussion questions, heated conversations, baby zerbetting and then a viewing of some film/stage version of the play's best moments. Which led us to discover that Sean Connery played a very hairy-chested Hotspur pre-007.
Saying Hotspur a la Connery is probably the best thing any human can do. Try it. It's kind of amazing.
This also led me to The Hollow Crown BBC series which is INCREDIBLE. Ben Whishaw as Richard II, Jeremy Irons as Henry IV and sigh ...
And Tom Hiddleston as Hal.
The thing about these particular plays is how personal they feel. How we all have that moment when we have to change... inexorably. Become the person we're supposed to be and in so doing leave behind the comfort of Eastcheap, so to speak, and shrug off friends like Falstaff, who -- and this was the subject of many a heated argument - was really no friend at all.
Of course this transition from Eastcheap drunkard to the Hero of our story isn't a smooth one. It's one of the hardest things anyone can do. And just when you think you've got it:
But, at least we're trying. Waving that roll of wrapping paper around like it's nobody's business.
Once more unto the breach, indeed.