It is 5.30, and my day begins with a pink sky, shimmering water, and the romantic sight of a boat gliding into the harbour. Behind the picture are the calls of cockerels, the onboard announcements, and the waking sparrows. Heading to my desk, I select Debussy from my library and have his music playing as I switch on the laptop to see what today will bring in the online world. My emails open in time to Clair de Lune, their headlines announcing an array of unrelated nonsense. Photo contest, miracle fat burner, security alert, Page turner awards, Goodreads updates from people I don’t know (and from a platform I rarely use), and of more interest, the full cover for my next book. Seeing that reminds me I have another blog to see to because it is Wednesday, and I try to write my author blog twice a week. Today, I can talk about the next book which is currently having its internals set out.
5.47 and already I feel that I should put on the fan because I think it’s going to be a humid day at the desk. It is going to be a costly one because I have my tax bill to pay, my accountant to pay, and there will soon be another electricity bill coming along. But before all that, I might take a moment at the window to watch the ship depart and speed majestically away, around the headland, towards its next destination.
