I’m incredibly, incredibly tired. To be honest, I’ve been feeling like this for most of the week, and I’m getting the impression that disappearing off tomorrow to Cornwall for a few days is probably a good idea. Alright, I’m going to be driving so the journey down won’t exactly be the height of relaxation, but otherwise all should be well. After a day’s subbing on Friday and the recovery from the Clarke Awards, I feel in desperate need of a stasis mode.

I’ve ground to a halt on the rewrites. I just need a bit more energy, and then I’ll crack on. I’ve decided– this is going to be my final round of major rewrites. There will be some tweaking, but once I get this version of the book finished, I am cracking open the champagne and calling it done. And then, a few minutes later, I’m going to start panicking about the next one (I’ve had a very possible idea, but don’t want to jinx myself)…

The sun is shining, and George is out re-potting some seedlings in our garden. Life is good at the moment, and it’s going to get better.