That would be fine. I can do that. I’m no Hemingway (who is?) but my writing has a pace to it. I don’t bore you, I keep things moving, and I omit needless words.
When I can write.
Lately I can’t. I’m usually blessed with a prodigous output, but there’s a jam somewhere in the system. I don’t know what it is, which is worrying.
In America I wasn’t writing much, but that was fine because it was a holiday with my girlfriend. There was kissing in place of typing and I was fine with that. Now I am back in England and I have nothing to do all day except write, in theory.
I am going to see Star Trek later, for the second time. I hope I wake up tomorrow and everything is back to normal and I can write again.
