Entry for October 7, 2007

I have been busy.
I got the chance to submit a draft of a soap opera episode to the BBC. I suspect that nothing will come of it, but I had an utterly absorbing weekend preparing the draft. It culminated in staying up until 3.30am a couple of nights ago to re-write the whole thing before a deadline.
It is odd. I''m not sure how to describe it, except to say that it is one of these unusual times that you enter a state I've called "flow". You know - when you've been driving and you blink and realise ten miles have passed - that's flow. Or if you love to paint, and three hours pass unnoticed - that's flow.
I sometimes get it when I'm writing something. And more often when I'm directing shows. When you are absorbed and interested and crucially (for me at least) working on something. It doesn't really seem to happen so much when the activity is purely recreational.
Happiness is a well sprung movement in a watch; or a piece of timber gliding through a sharp saw. It's the sound of a piano player practising in the room upstairs.
Happiness - for me - is working well.