Already!

The longest day? How did that happen? Not being someone with A Proper Job, I become less and less good at looking at my diary: when I was a journalist I had every hour planned. Now whole weeks can roll by with lovely blank pages, apart from the odd note: 'girls drinks,' 'MMR' 'party?' It's a good way to live your life until you get a rush of appointments - they always come in clumps - and my handwriting goes all stressy and leans to the right, 'radio 7am' 'deadline book' 'wedding anniversary?'

Anyway, my point being that because I don't look at my diary as much as I should I appear to jump whole months. Will I soon be jumping years? Decades? Will I wake up and suddenly discover that I'm forty and have forgotten to file my fourth book?


Better get writing...

xx