Our Friday night traditionally end with the consumption of wine. This is not the sign of a problem, but more of a tradition really. When I was young and single, Friday nights were spent in the pub...as we got older and got kids, we would stay in and have a drink with friends, and then as the kids got older, we would take them out for a drink with friends as well. Some of my favourite evenings have been spent in the pub with the Pops family for example, and I miss those evenings. So, the end of the week feeling still remains, and although I work on a Saturday Morning, there is still the same sense of relief that it is Friday night. Last night was spent fighting off the urge to nod off on the sofa, and when everyone had gone to bed, I drifted in and out of consciousness, and a pleasant happy haze. I then got that little spark of, well creativity is perhaps the wrong word, but, well and idea shall we say? I have been trying to find an angle for out forthcoming production of Romeo and Juliet. We wanted a contemporary take on it, but with traditional text, and it has been leaving me a little flat. The idea of two rival gangs of hoodies would have worked, but in all honesty, it left me feeling a little cold. Well for some reason, the idea of a spaghetti western theme popped up on Friday night, and by the time today had finished, the idea was virtually fully formed in my mind. It even got so far as me playing lots of Ennio Morricone music, and getting rather thrilled at the prospect. I would love to know how the creative process works. Sometimes, things just appear from nowhere, and in my case, that has regularly, though not always, been associated with either having had a drink, or having been out walking. I wonder if the same senses are stimulated, or relaxed by these two varying experiences? My sense of stimulation is so important to me, and yet I know little about how it works, and just rely on things "Popping up" at the right moment. I wonder if I can train myself to create the right environment more? The trouble is, that if I follow this to its logical conclusion, based on current evidence, if I run a marathon a day and become an alcoholic, I will turn into Shakespeare himself. Perhaps it needs a little more thought.
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