This is going to be a quick one (apologies for any errors), mainly to gloat about the day I have just had which consisted of the following schedule:
19.00: Bed Time ~ Sun still up
02.30: Alarm goes off ~ Dark out
03.00: Leave house ~ Dark Still
03.30: Arrival in Faversham ~ No sun
05.00: Arrival in Gatwick Airport ~ Little sun
09.00: Land in Glasgow ~ More or less sun
12.30: Lunch ~ Unpredictable Scottish weather
17.00: Glasgow airport ~ Raining
21.15: Arrive back in Faversham ~ Suns set
22.00: Home ~ Dark out
Just under 20 hours, 2 flights, not much sleep, smelly and tired.
No writing done.
Somewhere in the clouds I got major urges to write.
Never time to write.
I guess you have to be rich enough to not have to work so you can write or marry someone who can pay for you to write.
Whatever. I am off to bed.