Bridge 63

Creative Disobedience and Connection

Summer almost arrived today. It was here from midmorning to late afternoon before it was dragged away by winter which appeared over the Blorenge in an evil cloak of cloud and wind. This is the way of the Brecon Beacons in March. I’ve found it difficult to focus in the past cold weeks, my energy sapped by the last of the long winter dark and the launch of Two Lights. I realise now why Anne Lamott said that the weeks before and after the launch of a book are the most miserable of a writer’s life. But I’m pulling myself out of it now, there’s work to do. I’m on Masquerade this week, trying to gather focus and energy for two projects: non-fiction book 2, and an art installation project I’ve been itching to do ever since I helped build a theatre set from waste materials back in London in the 90s. The set was crude but it emanated an atmosphere which was enhanced hugely by the use of borrowed projectors to throw images across the space. You can turn a shed into a painted chapel with a beam …