1.30 am and I have the post midnight munchies and am in the wide awake club. Eating hummus on toast. Trying to work out what exactly is stopping me writing the book everyone keeps telling me I should write.
Distractedly check phone. Longing for a sense of connection as I sit alone in the early hours in Stratford. Martin returns home from Cuba late tonight and is on a bus journey back to Havana I’m guessing.
Trip Advisor email pops up. I’m guessing they are not following my blog.
I scribble for half an hour. I think the problem is I have far too much to write about. where to even begin?