And so, I’m writing this week, actually in the zone. All of a sudden, Isla appears next to me, fanning me with a towel. ‘Thank you, I said. ‘But what are you doing?’ ‘Writers need fresh air,’ she said. She’s not wrong. Hi. It would seem I’ve taken a blogging break. For no good reason, by the way. I’m back. There was that week I put my back out, also for no good reason. I twisted myself, and for a…
