So, Kev’s gone back to work. Angus is at school. Gregor’s still in bed. And I have my brain to myself.
I have really enjoyed Kev being here all the time. I wonder if that is sufficient motivation for me to write that best-seller? And is that ever the proper motivation? Well, maybe not for the writing, but for the finishing-pieces of work. I’m sure that’s part of why Neil Gaiman and Douglas Adams and all those supporting-themselves writers get stuff done. [86]
There is the time problem, of course, but here’s some time, right here. Now. Go on then, write.