Okay, I’m back, and don’t have to leave again for the forseeable future. Not so bad being in London, and I got to catch up with old friends and make new ones, but three weeks coming and going from Scotland to England and back takes a toll. I’m really tired.
However, this week in particular was not wasted, as the final draft of the current novel was polished off, as illustrated above, in a London hotel room on Tuesday night. I’ve had a couple of drinks since then, but dedicate tonight solely to the book. It may never sell, but at the moment I’m just pleased to have put together 65,000 words in what feels to me to be the right sort of order. Fingers crossed that somebody, preferably with a printing press to hand, agrees.