It is Sunday night. I have wine. I am afraid to go to bed because when I wake up it will be Monday, and next week is going to be a bad ‘un.
Four times per year, The Scotsman produce a supplement thingy called the New Homes Review. It’s like a proper magazine, with pictures and stuff, and every single word it contains (except the adverts, of course. Which is actually quite a large percentage of the wordcount, come to think of it) is written by Yours Truly. That’s a lot of words.
So, I have six articles to write for that, plus another three for Scotland on Sunday. I also have a whole bunch of other articles to write for my clients – so many that it’s actually making my head spin to think about it. Or maybe that’s the wine? I have all of this to do by Friday, plus all of the other crap I do every day, like, y’know, showering and combing my hair and eating dinner and stuff.
I may be gone for some time…