Wednesday, 4 July 2012

The family portrait

Kicking off monumental glittery heels and peeling off my eyelashes and settling down into ringing ears to sleep. 


I do wonder sometimes whether I've got the right build for this lifestyle. I am a nervous type, of course, and whole days are written off for me because of gigs - like I can only handle the doing of the gig for the day and nothing else, even if the actual performance only lasts half an hour or so. I sit in bathrooms doing deep breathing wondering why I feel like I'm meant to be doing this, in that silly way that we question things when we get frightened. 


But I do think this is right. And if I could live perched in that absurd and unreal position between being and performing, and being and writing, I would be very happy indeed. 



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