Final Problems Never Are

Flurry of gigs and competing deadlines. Stories are bleeding into each other.  Characters in the play are catcalling those in the screenplays.  It’s a narrative fugue state.   I don’t think that’s necessarily bad for the projects, but it’s intellectually exhausting and, as meetings related to the projects have been held across the continent, a physical trial as well.  It’s always thus, periods slow enough that you contemplate actually finishing the novel and starting another then pandemonium.  I’ve never gotten used to it.  Mark Tansey’s brilliant “Derrida Queries de Man” illustrates how I feel.  Things get better next week, after a short trip to France.