Back To The Office
I have two office chairs; this is the relaxing one. It sits on a tiny balcony in the sun, and is waiting for me at the end of each working day in Barcelona. I escaped here because the flat below ours in London is being gutted, and the noise makes it impossible to concentrate. My working day here is different to the ones in London because there are several hours more daylight and it’s much quieter (so long as you don’t mind the sound of church bells and children).
After a year which saw me working without a proper holiday and taking only research weekends, I’m going to chill out in a small hotel by a cathedral away from my usual haunts. I’m taking my Kindle and laptop, because of course I won’t be able to resist working.
As soon as I get back I head for Glasgow, for the Aye Write! festival, which should be a lot of fun, then I’m signing around the capital for ‘Bryant & May: The Lonely Hour’, with the launch at Waterstones, Covent Garden (free tickets still available).
I’ll also be delivering my still-titleless thriller (if a book had a woman’s name – think of Vera Caspery’s ‘Laura’ – what would it be?) and preparing two further novels. The collected short stories, now an immense tome consisting of approx. 156 stories, is finished, and we have to find someone insane enough to publish them.
There are plenty of other projects in the pipeline – the problem is fitting everything into a year that is fast losing its gaps. It looks like the time I mentally set aside to read Cervantes’ ‘Don Quixote’ has already gone (anyone read it? Is it worth the haul?). And with a no-deal Brexit approaching it may be a good idea to avoid booking flights, no matter how cheap they are.
So I’m heading for that chair to think about time management, and how come I ended up at retirement age with a fuller schedule than the one I had in my twenties. Coming up on the blog soon, stories about London, movies, books and anything you’d especially like to know about. Feel free to ask questions; that’s the purpose of this space.