Sunday, 4 March 2012

5am, a computer and a fresh mug of tea. Fantastic. All the ideas from your dreams still floating round your head with nothing to interrupt them. No feelings of guilt because I told my husband I'd be with him in ten minutes two hours ago, no phone calls, no texts – not even the dog wants to go out and pee at that time in the morning. It's just me and a keyboard full of plots with no excuses. You should try it sometime - just make the tea strong enough so the tannins dissolve the spoon and you'll be fine.  

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