Having spent an hour or so on Saturday lying in the park, staring at clouds and refining plot details with Fliss, I am most disappointed to report that Tom has been left hanging on the telephone.
Literally. Metaphorically. Categorically. And probably stoically. Chapter 5 is in my head, but unfortunately a highly emotional and almost certainly re-draft-required scene needs to be written first.
And my head is full of snot. And my heart is full of misery. Well. Not full. There’s some blood and stuff as well. But mainly misery.
Normal (interesting choice of words) service will be resumed shortly.