It was 18:03 on Friday.
I was bathing in the newly revamped bathroom. Monday to Thursday had been frantic, fun (and filled with work btw) as well as fuelled with dirty martinis, lager, prosecco and some incredibly grown up ‘shots’ at Momo’s, rather well deserved – or so we thought at the time – after crossing the Ganges of Regent Street via Thursday’s monsoons. I was zapped. I was becoming moodier by the nanosecond.
My faithful blackberry was getting splashed by bath water wafting of geranium oil and started to flash me.
I had a new message and it wasn’t spam, horoscopes or impersonal chain mail. It was an invite to attend a two-day ‘Creative Writing’ and ‘How To Get Published’ intensive workshop commencing in 16 hours, a 5 minute drive away from where I live. Inspirational, innovative and beyond what the doctor ordered for me to get out the self-indulgent, angsty, rickety rut that I was in of late.
This was courtesy of my ‘client’, Creative Escapes, and the message was from one of the Partners, whom I had never met, a trained journalist. Creative Escapes host creative writing, journalism, ‘how to get published’ and photography courses via 1-2 day workshops in London and longer retreats in delicious locations across the world. This was purely for ‘research’, in order to assist in the PR-ing of the company to the press. There is nothing better than living last minute – zut alors – these traveller types…. ‘manana’ is kind of an understatement here! You know what though, how rare to have a focus during a 48 hour period which moments before had absolutely no direction. Invaluable. Freelance consultant status suddenly got more interesting.
And so there you have it; I was in good old Juju unplanned random style, back to my traveller roots, and on Saturday at 10am, found myself sipping decent coffee in the sunshine with a bunch of strangers in the Brilliant Kids cafe in Kensal Rise with a group of strangers – utterly inspirational, emotional, uplifting. The bonding of the group was immediate. No messing around. We each churned out – oft emotional – 4 x pieces of writing, learnt and learnt and were more and more inspired as both days came to a close, ate home-made wholesome cooking and even came home with the banana cake, it was bloody good.
It feels like I left the world for 2 days – no fone, just the classroom.
The timing was unreal; I am thoroughly revitalised, rejuvenated and about to salvage the desperate state of the world of print media.