Flapjacks and juice

My day today...

Ms Adiche's book in the glass cabinate

Signed my name at reception under that of a journalist or photographer of a famous magazine.

Hug my Editor.

Then...




Fruit, flapjacks, water and juice on the table with bits of manuscript, my manuscript, strewn on the table - the start of my editing day at the publishers.

It was brilliant.
This is the best bit for me. Buckling down to the work, in my imaginary dungarees, pencil behind my ear...
Okay, I was wearing jeans, but in my mind, they were dungerees , real lumberjacky ones.

It was a good day.