Cauliflower cheese, Rose Tremain’s The Gustav Sonata, and a wad of typescript to read at the café.

Finding it easier to do physical work in the garden than write in this heat.

Posting from the Writers’ Cave on a blistering hot day.

A lazy start after my unplugged week and losing myself in a Berlin Krimi.

Feeling as if I have had a satisfying writing week and looking forward to being offline.

A day of rest after binge writing the outline and sending it off.

A hot day. Still working on the synopsis and feeling rather tired.

Eating sushi with a chess-playing seagull or playing chess with a sushi-eating seagull?

A Sunday podcast after a gin launch threw my schedule out.

After two days out I am seeing the novel and synopsis in a new light.