Monday, 12 May 2014
One of these days I'll get this second novel sorted. Anyone out there with pearls of wisdom, come thread them around my neck, don't be shy, don't hang back, I'm here to be advised, to be have my fevered brow dabbed with something cool. There's just me and the wide blue yonder communing and fretting. But hey, Sunderland has restored my faith in something. All is not lost.