16th May

Tomorrow morning, I’ll be whisked off in a limo to Heathrow before flying business class to New York. Trying to make this sound lovely and glamorous because I really don’t want to go. More to the point, all this jetting about, not to mention the attendant pesky work, is putting a bit of a crease in my writing regime.

Today’s output: forty five minutes of notes writing-up for the commercial job. And one packed suitcase.