So close!
This morning I saw the end of the story lying in the middle of the road ahead of me. I couldn't quite get there, because Esmé had discovered dog poo that needed cleaning, and the baby needed a nap, and Jack had to get to work, but I saw it. Shiny and wetly fresh, waiting to be picked up and set ever so gently at the back end of what will be my eleventh book. Tomorrow, my pretty. Tomorrow I will put you where you belong, and then I'll type the marvelous words that are, essentially, the beginnings of book… [Read More]
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