I have a packed day ahead of me, so apologies in advance, that this blog entry will be necessarily brief.
This morning I intend to get some writing done on the White Angel sequel. Then in the afternoon, I'm off to meet up with Ivory to share what I've written and get more input from her. I expect we'll find a table in Cafe Nero or the Cafe in Waterstones and shock people who walk past by talking about different ways of killing people. It's fiction, OK?
Then I'm off hurrying across town to the wonderful Turkey Cafe for a meeting of the Leicester Writers' Club committee. The club keeps a busy schedule of competitions, speaker evenings, performance events and manuscript workshops through the year. All of it needs organising. So there we are. And I'm secretary at the moment. I don't usually enjoy taking minutes, but the people are so bright, kind and creative to be with that it turns administration into something of a pleasure.
And finally - on this whistle-stop tour of my day - a manuscript evening at the club itself. We'll be meeting in the Adult Education College on Wellington Street as usual.
Tomorrow 16 of us from the club are heading down to the Cotswolds for a weekend of writing workshops. If we have Internet access, I'll be blogging from the old manor house in which we'll be staying. I hope to have time to produce a few more thoughtful articles than this one - stimulated by input during the weekend.