Saturday, January 29, 2011

I'm starting to get a little tiny bit anxious about the fact that I have heard nothing - not even a small tiny peep - from my prospective Festival venue.

I know it's not even quite the end of January so I possibly am just being impatient (no change there, then).

And it's not like I've been making huge giant strides in assembling this extravagent production after my initial enthusiastic flurry of activity at the start of this dank month.

But still, it would silence the tiny devilish nagging voice lurking just out of sight at my shoulder. "What if you don't get it?" it hisses, snakily.

Imagine a whole year of Nothing.

It could be the making of me.

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