I’ve just sent back the notes on the copy-edit of book 1. I will now sit in the corner and twitch.

Or perhaps I’ll have a glass of something alcoholic. That sounds like a better idea.

Back to writing on book 3 tomorrow.

(And maybe I’ll reward myself with a little copy-edit complete present. There’s this haori I saw on ebay…)

All I can say is, if it’s true that we borrow from our own real life to write, then Irene is shortly going to be suffering a backed-up drain in her kitchen and rather dubious water backflowing from her washing machine into the sink (though fortunately not getting any further).

Just saying.

Plumber is due tomorrow. Feh.