Between writing as fast as I can during odd hours to make the deadline of a story I promised, visiting hospital with my mum who has been diagnosed with cancer and will start chemo soon, listening to the stories of our sons about university and being a wife to my wife, I’m trying to come up with something actually interesting to say about writing, and my own writing in particular.
But, you know, life sometimes happens. It simply happens.
PS. The cats are complaining I don't even mention them.