I just came back from a Forkbeard Fantasy workshop in Devon experimenting with various film and theatre techniques with a small group of visual artists, designers, performers etc. I made (alone and in collaboration with others) four 2D and one 3D stop animation films, devised a short performance that mixed film projection and live theatre and made two short films using actors based on a monologue I had written. The workshop leaders were clever and interesting, and so were the other participants. As if that wasn't enough, the food was great and we stayed in holiday cottages with a pool, so I swam every day. I can say without embarrassment that it was the best week of my life.
I have allocated various time slots this way. For example, I spent five days in Tokyo about four years ago, and that was the best five days I have ever spent. I have got best years, best months, best nine months, best weeks... I haven't had the best day of my life yet. (Yes, I have given birth - but I'd describe that as a night of terrible pain with a good outcome. Sometimes you see famous people interviewed about their best and worst times in the newspapers and some will say the days their children were born were the best days of their life - but if you look closely, it's always men saying it.) I suppose I need to try and have the best day of my life shortly before I die, so I can keep building up to it, and not have it and look back on it for too long, knowing it has passed.
Anyway... I feel inspired. I'm still working my novel, and another novel that is supposed to be temporarily dormant and keeps rearing up and insisting on being written, and a play and and and... But while getting on with these, I might try and keep up with the (ahem) film-making. It's even more satisfying than knitting.