My mind is bursting with ideas and enthusiasm for how my novel should go from this point on, the stories that can be told on the journey north, the ghosts of Helen a few weeks earlier, and what the *fish man from Hólar* is going to say…

Thing is, it’s wind band tonight. Which means I have to go now, make my supper, grab my flute, get down to Abingdon rehearse, come home, go to bed – and no time to let those creativity juices surge forwards. Of course I don’t begrudge band practice, and I will go, and I will enjoy it – just that there are these other things I want to do too!

Aghh, there are just not enough hours in the day! Well there would be, but I have to work…