5:10am and 3000 words – a whole chapter – in the bag as Golden Brown plays on the radio. Just got to edit the sucker now; make sure I haven’t missed anything enormous and it’s breakfast time. After that I reckon I’m good for another could of thousand words before bed. I’m on a roll.

Ooh – Bohemian Rhapsody.


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