Five thirty in the morning, I’m at the desk, and the fan is on. It’s 22 degrees, and 45% humidity in the corner of our courtyard, not that I am there, I’m in here, with both windows open, and a can of mosquito spray beside me which I blast beneath the desk at the slightest suspicion of unwanted attention. And so the day begins. A day in which I have much to do.
I suddenly find myself with three major projects on my hands, one I must start and finish in the next two days, and two which are nearing the end. Those two are editing; preparing my next Jackson Marsh book for release, hopefully, next week, and working on the biography of my late godfather, which I am hoping to release in July, but before then, an interview for Reader’s House literary magazine. I have the questions, all I need is suitable answers, so today, I will write a draft, and tomorrow, I will tidy it up and send. I hope they use it as it has a readership of 40k worldwide, and it’s a great opportunity. We shall see.
On the domestic front, there’s also much tidying up to do ahead of the nephew coming to stay on Saturday, and mother’s visit (she’s staying at Hotel Fiona this time, so won’t be far away). Of late, the laundry room has become a dumping ground for books and other things I must sort out, and to get to the washing machine at the moment requires an amount of breathing in, especially when the ironing board is up, as it is now. Ironing a shirt at four in the afternoon when it’s nearly 40 degrees outside… You never really get used to it.
After lunch, which these days consists of salad, I have some piano playing to do, and before that, Neil should be off to the gym. So, apart from the interview, it’s all set to be a normal day. (Famous last words.) If you were wondering, the photos today are from Neil’s collection that I was talking about yesterday. They are winter images, and I chose them in the hope they might help me feel cooler. Ha!
