At last I’ve slowed down from last month’s blur of frenetic activity. I’m revising ‘Light entertainment’ and cobbling together the ideas for November’s ‘Hassle-home’ novel.

Both of which are nice gentle plodders. I can pick them up when I want and put them down when I don’t want.

I think I enjoy every phase of the writing process. The slow and delicate fitting together of disparate ideas into an outline, the sheer hi-octane craziness of crushing that outline into the first draft – and the deliberate polishing of that draft into something readable.

It’s amazing to think that July’s twenty-page outline took less than a month to wrestle into fifty thousand words. And that the draft will, sometime next year, be a finished novel with a cover and everything.