![]() ![]() Maybe it’s me, but I just can’t get into it. Determine to read another half-hour’s worth of ‘duty book’ I said I would review. What will they expect? Will it be enough? Tea. So many notes I don’t know where to start. Damn, I forgot to finish that guest post for today. I go to bed at 10 pm for an uninterrupted night of deep sleep, content that the Muse will visit me again with the plot for the next book. After another perfect two thousand words, I stop at 7pm and drink a modest glass of wine in the evening warmth. I return to my immaculately tidy desk and spend an hour reading a research book uninterrupted except by the blackbird chirruping outside my window. I decide to leave it a week before I reply. ![]() Two agents email me, fighting to offer me a five book deal and 100,000€ advance. I relax for twenty minutes on the terrace breathing in the fresh country air and gathering my thoughts for the next scene of my wonderful book. The Muse visits and I type out a thousand perfect words before lunch which is a low calorie cheese and salad bowl with a healthy glass of carrot juice. Dress in relaxing linen separates and drift to my desk ready to start creating at 8 a.m. Shower, then ten minutes of calming yoga. I spring out of bed at 6 a.m., go for a two-kilometre run, return for healthy breakfast of muesli and fruit, no caffeine. ![]()
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