A constant balancing act. Everything so polarized. For. Against. Quick, type out the punchy 140 word version. No, the 30 ; No, the 10-9-8…2-word summary. Be swift. Be swifter. Jump higher, dance faster, stun’em with guns, tasers, words, whatever you’ve got. RIPEN UP THEM FRUITS, will ya ? NOW !

Now? No.

Now, I’ll listen to Richter’s version of the slow movement in Rachmaninov’s Second piano concerto. A concerto the composer dedicated to someone who helped him when he struggled with issues of self-confidence freezing up his natural creativity.

I’ll listen until the smaller voices in the background pipe up in my head. The ones that wait for the louder ones to take their time out. Then, I’ll do what needs doing – in real life, and in the ones of my characters too.