Never say never

This morning I ended up doing something I swore I'd never do. I worked at my writing desk wearing a dressing gown and slippers for four hours. It's the living end for authors, as far as I'm concerned (think Michael Douglas in Wonder Boys - so not a good look). However you'll be glad to hear that general standards have since been restored.

I'm having a day off work to fill in the last gaps in the book, get a few more quotes and edit the whole thing down. So imagine how lovely it was to find that the flat upstairs had arranged to have their kitchen ripped out and replaced this morning. and they have the worst type of builders - the ones who bellow constantly at one another for no real reason. They could have warned the neighbours, the bastards.

Anyhow, I shall prevail. I mean, I've survived a dose of flu, a cancer scare, and a bunch of family and work bullshit during the writing process already, so unless they come through the ceiling or cut the power to the whole block it will probably be OK.

Note to self: You can't research and write a fact-based quote-filled book of this size in a two-month period if you're fitting it in around a full time job and evening classes. Not without destroying your social life and making yourself waaay too stressed to be healthy. Next time, do the maths, you silly thing.

Once it's handed in I'll soon be in receipt of a small cheque; just enough to buy a lobster dinner, get a couple of decent massages to uncrick my shoulders and lower back, and send myself off to a B&B by the sea for the weekend. Something nice to look forward to, eh?