I got up at 4.05am, which was good, and I wrote about three and a half thousand words by 7am, first draft stuff, but not too bad for all that. Very productive, in fact. Then I picked up my current book The Gum Thief.
I reached page 69 and abandoned it.
The book should be called The Time Thief, as it wasted two hours of my time. Life is too short. There was nothing wrong with it.
There was nothing right with it.