Feeling rather restless on a changeable day, and eating cindered toast to punish myself.

Spending a blustery day indoors trying out different characters as protagonists.

Not quite recording a podcast on my walk and taking comfort in research that tells me the dread we feel when a task seems Herculean is very good for the brain.

An unplugged week helped me gather my focus for deep work on the novel.

The city is silent. Everyone is watching the AFL Finals – but not me, I’m heading off to an Evening with George Smiley.

Returning home laden with blood oranges and thinking about honing the storylines of my novel.

Sitting on the shed stoop and enjoying my wild garden before I knuckle down to desk work.

An evening stroll to clear my mind and fetch Risotto Arabiata.

Walking into town for Qi Gong and wondering how to get myself back on track.

A short walk between showers to collect some inspiration and pleasure.