I’ve taken the day off work to write. And tomorrow will be the same – two days of annual leave to get on top of this whole drafting malarkey. With a little luck, by Wednesday I would have completed ten chapters of draft 5, spitting distance from the end which is hurtling towards me at great speed.
Between now and then (then being 24th August) I have a little matter of moving house… (which is chaos I tell you! And the boxes… Oh dear god, the boxes!! Where the hell did they come from!! They’re multiplying!! They’re everywhere! Swarming!)
…And then there's another little matter of being met by the public at the Bakewell Arts Festival on the 7th August (quick plug – here’s the flyer for the event):
So, erm, yes, that’s all at the moment. Just thought I’d keep in touch. Hopefully I’ll see some of you at the Bakewell event, maybe at the meet-the-author thing, or perhaps afterwards when I’ll be staggering about the town with a bottle of Bud in one hand and wearing a really cheery I’m-utterly-and-creatively-shagged-out-expression on my face.
Must dash now. Someone in the flat above has let loose some crickets which have grown to mutant size and are now hopping about our kitchen and making that really irritating chirping sound (the flat feels really Mediterranean at the moment).
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