Usually I’ve been finding time between eating my sandwiches and reading whatever book it is I’m reading (currently the third part of Kevin Crossley-Holland’s Arthur trilogy, King of the Middle March), to get a bit of work done on revising That Novel.
This afternoon, for whatever reason, my mind has been continuing on with those creative thoughts, so when I needed to visit the toilet, I took my pen and notebook with me and got a couple of paragraphs of ‘airport storm’ written. Is there nowhere that I can write?
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