A picture of one of your own books in action being read is a beautiful thing… or in this case, just about to be read. Thank you Mr Cole.
Talking of which… Scenes From The Coffee House was due out in a few days. I fell off the horse… I’m maybe a week behind schedule.
I know no excuses are necessary but Eleanor has been away in Argentina for almost a month (which is cool - I can cook) which had the knock on effect of me logging around six miles a day with Hector while there was a magazine to get to print that, whilst not a difficult birth, took a little more attention than normal. Then my soul thought it would be a good idea for my body to play host to some passing cold-type-thing. I’ll give it a couple of days just to share the pain of the world for a while and then it’s getting evicted. It can go and live with somebody with less to do.
Bit off a little more than I could comfortably chew perhaps. Back on track from tomorrow to get it finished as soon as inhumanly possible.