I’m sitting in my empty flat and everything’s bare. I’m only able to post this entry because of the wifi hotspot I’m casting from my phone. The flat looks as if a squatter has moved in, except he’s me. A few prized possessions are in a small pile on the ledge for me to remember to take with me tomorrow, because tomorrow I’ll be moving out of my flat. The same flat my ex-girlfriend and I moved into together two and a half years ago. The flat which subsequently housed more than a year and a half of my first foray into true singledom; over 40 lays have happened in the bed I’m sitting on right now.
For the next ten days I’ll be at home, with my parents, with a brief trip to the beach where I hope to remain largely unburned. Then I move into my new place and the shenanigans begin again.
I haven’t been doing much Daygame recently, in fact I haven’t been out since the 7th July, which would make my first planned session on the 29th July a solid three week break. Since I started Daygaming in October 2016 it’s probably the longest break I’ve taken. Though I wouldn’t have taken it if I wasn’t in flux, I can imagine it will do me some good and reset my hormones a little. Just enough so that Daygame doesn’t feel like a very normal thing to do. I can imagine the excitement and nervousness of coming back will provide a spicy little boost.
I want to stay away from using phrases like “when I come back I’m going to hit the streets hard”. It’s not my workrate which is in question. Instead: when I come back I want to get better. Sometimes I look back at sets and realise that I lost the frame and I want to work on that by recording more sessions. Maybe I’ll even put some transcripts into posts. I also realised that I wasn’t fractionating enough with my eyes; I need to do that more. I hope that the temperature will drop a little by then which will mean I can analyse my sets with greater energy; the heat always exhausts me.
I want to bring back some dynamic quality to my Daygame and I feel that this is the right time to do it. Moving home is part of that dynamic quality. I knew that my tenancy was about to come to end and I had a choice: stay in the same place which would be comfortable, or move to a new place and pay a fair bit less. I knew that in the long run, I’d be happy to move to somewhere cheaper, though I acknowledged that in the short run it would involve a lot of hassle, as well as breaking the emotional attachment one feels for a home. Choosing the new flat build compliance momentum, so I think that I should take advantage of it.
In terms of this blog, it will also be on holiday until the 29th July. If I happen to enjoy a sudden burst of inspiration, then I’ll write a post, but I won’t release it until then. For my other writing project, I have just completed the second draft of Demolition Lovers, my 2016-17 memoir. Now I need to send it to an editor, get the cover artwork made, and write a blurb. It feels fitting that me finishing this book comes when I move out of the flat that was home to most of its stories.