Posted by Madeline Anholt on Wednesday, August 31, 2011
I used to hate winters, or at least, the approach
of winter. Realising you have to wear three jumpers instead of just one, or,
that you can see your breath in front of you and feel the cold air biting your
throat. But, now I've been through a hot April in London I am beginning to find the positives in that chill in the air. People don't mind rush hour so much beacause it's not so breathtakingly hot that you're not sure if that's your sweat dripping down your creased, sodden shirt or the hairy man's stuck behind you.
There's a slight rush in the air as people hurry just a little faster down the street to get home. Oh, and it's the best feeling having a warm, cosy house to come back to. The
only thing about the cold setting in, that I only began to realise last year,
is that it zaps your drive, if you let it. I'm quite smug that I have a project
I can carry close to me through the falling leaves and morning frost and know
that it's all mine and I can progress it as far and as fast as I please. This
Friday marks the completion of the mystery first draft. I can already feel that
hot chocolate in my hand and the hot water bottle on my lap as I watch the edit
of all my hard work. Can't. Wait. To. Begin.Oh, and I have an audition today.
Going at it with no preconceptions. Will just keep trucking. (Thanks Dad xxx)