My poet friend, who I meet sometimes for coffee and literary discussion, came across this in a charity shop and thought of me. I can’t think why.
I wonder how many points this tiled gem is worth. I must have walked past it so many times without ever noticing it before.
It also means that I must clear the decks and give my novel a quick read through for typos and inconsistencies. I’ve forbidden myself any major rewrites at this stage. I need someone else to cast an eye over it, preferably more than one person. The plan is to hear what people have to say about it and do a second draft.
Meanwhile there are photographs waiting to be taken, short stories waiting to be written and a cover for my novel to design.