...And a time for every purpose under heaven. A time to knock back champagne with fellow authors, and a time to drink tea at the keyboard. A time to spend all day on the phone chatting to journalists about sexy rugby players, and a time to take the phone off the hook and think about sexy Italian film directors. A time put on high heels and trip off to London for awards lunches, and a time to drag your ass up to your desk and force it to stay there until you’ve written three thousand words a day.
That time has come.
*Sigh*. I may not be here much for the next little while.