In the last 3 nights I have slept for a total of 11 hours. Je suis knackered with a capital k; Knackered.
But I’ve met a deadline for the comedy, and a deadline for a treatment for the Christmas play, and next week the crowd funding for my autobiography is launched. Oooher. On Monday I hadn’t a clue where the comedy was going, it wasn’t funny, it didn’t really have a third act structure, and I didn’t believe in the characters. I had no idea at all what the Christmas play would be. I had three days for the comedy and a funeral to attend on Tuesday and filming to attend on Wednesday. So, how did I do it? I know some of you don’t believe in the power of prayer, or you believe in some vague sort of ‘she tuned into the creative woolly force’ or ‘her subconscious kicked in’ but I can tell you, from my heart, I didn’t meet those deadlines, I didn’t solve the problems. My God, who I walk with and turn to and rely on, HE did. His is the gifting, His is the enabling, His is the grace.
This afternoon my throat is sore, I feel a bit sick with tiredness, my last meal was Tuesday lunch and I’ve lived on crisps and bananas since then but oh, my, I feel goooood!
Do you want to know about the book? Well, I’m jolly well going to tell you. It’s autobiographical, it’s called The Amazingly Astonishing Story, it will be crowd funded on the Unbound website, and I am very happy. Even if we don’t raise enough to fund it, just the thought of putting it out there, it’s a good feeling.
I don’t know if the comedy will be accepted by the BBC. I don’t know if the Christmas play will be commissioned. I don’t know if the book will be funded and published. I just know I’m doing what I do, writing, and I’m happy and grateful for the life God has given me, and for the work He provides.
Psalm 90:17 May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us, yes, establish the work of our hands.