So everything was perfectly planned, OK. With calendar, timetables, outlines, the works.
The month of July was thoroughly mapped: a week to nail closed the Sherlock Holmes story I owe to my publisher, then three shorts under my various aliases, and then some spare time to finally complete the first draft of a short novel I’ve had laying here for a while.
Perfectly planned. Nice and Smooth.
Then everything went completely hiwire, on day one: July the first, 7.30 am. Bang!
It went like this – and yes, this is going to be long and convoluted, as my mental processes… you’re welcome.Continue reading