It’s raining steady outside and I’ve spent the whole day editing the next section of a book I’m working on. It seems ok but I can never tell until it’s done whether it’ll work or not, so at the moment I don’t quite know if things are coming together or they’re falling apart.
Need to go for a long walk along the coast.
Need Neil Young to play me a one-note guitar solo. Twice.
Need to switch off.
Wish I could.