I’ve been beavering away at THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER since I got back to Malta from a very pleasurable & eventful family Christmas in Northamptonshire – the highlight of which was fitting a chimney to the Book Shed – & New Year in London – the highlight of which was NYE at the Royal Vauxhall Tavern.

Having been keeping up an average output of 3,000 words a day (and feeling quite good about it), I’ve just learned that Jean Paul Sartre was capable of writing 20,000! Am trying to use it as an aim rather than a discouragement.

Onwards & upwards…