Cue random picture of the fruit bowl.
I’ve gone quiet. I’m moving. I left Bristol in January, now staying with friends near Bath and hoping to move into a new house very soon.
(And am I writing? Well . . . yes. I’ve been doing a lot of reading and a lot of thinking and I’ve managed to start not one but TWO new novels. News about that when I’ve decided which one to run with . . . )
It was very hard to leave my flat. I lived there for 18 years, and wrote three novels in this little room:
I’ll miss it. Will post from the new little writing room when I get there.