Right, where was I? Just been off earning a living for a few days, writing a searing expose on soil improvement and reporting on rural issues, and now it's back to the (un)real world.
In my case that's 1799, as I have to proof the edited manuscript of the third Swashbuckler book; and then 1917, as I'm looking forward to spending the rest of the week on my War Songs manuscript.
What luxury. It's so exciting that I have to start this very minute.
Well, perhaps after another coffee and a bit of a blog.
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