I had always dreamed of being backstage in the ‘green room’. Mingling with other ‘stars,’ I could indulge in outrageous demands such as having coconut water shipped in from a remote island or insisting that I receive a foot massage every thirty minutes.
To achieve that fantasy I probably shouldn’t have been presenting at a school-run book festival. But the green room at the Gold Coast’s Somerset Celebration of Literature remained a highlight.
The Rejuvenating Power of Time Out
What is it so many world leaders, renowned entrepreneurs, inventors, artists and authors all have in common in their pursuits for excellence, their chasing of dreams? Surprisingly, it is not high IQ, or work obsession, access to buckets of money, or absurd luck, although all those things would be very nice. The one common denominator … Read more