Last night I was cycling around admiring the charming elements of this old town when my agent texted to express concern over all of the difficult stuff that has happened in my life lately.
It has been quite hard, and I am still woefully sad about my aunt, but the truth is that my life is sorted at the moment. I feel fundamentally, as I keep telling Rachel, awesome.
I parked my bike in the meadow next to the Mill and texted back an account of the various antics of the people nearest me.
Susan replied Ha! Very decent of them to provide you with so much material!
I answered that one of the characters wants me to write a mainstream novel that can be optioned, so his adventures show up on the big screen.
She said What makes him think you’re going to drag yourself away from holidaying to write another book?
I laughed and texted back Technically I wrote two this year, I just threw them away!
She shook a virtual fist in my direction. I responded Well, you don’t want me to publish BAD books, right?
I’m sure she sighed before texting No. But I’ve only got your word that they were bad.
What more could she possibly need?
This morning I’m listening to ABBA and eating chocolate for breakfast. Life is good.