If you’re a regular reader you probably fall into one of two camps: sick of me banging on about the book, or bloody sick of me banging on about the book. Unfortunately this here blog is a web diary, a “wiary” if you will - and all that I’ve done to diarize about is um, writing.

I’ve had the week off. I’ve grown a beard. I’ve written until I have weird little aches along my back from sitting too much. I’ve barely left the house and when I do, it’s into a London I vaguely remember. I expect to bump into myself, the clean-shaven go-getter Drew talking to some friend on his mobile phone. My friends don’t call anymore, well at least not this week. They’re giving me a wide berth.

And how is it going?

I’ll tell you on Monday.  link to this