You’ll never guess what I’m doing.

Yes, indeed. Editing the manuscript of that book which has landed in my inbox yet again. This time I’m answering the copy-editor’s final questions on the ultimate rewrite.

La la la, I can’t hear you — mainly because if I do I’ll say something very uncomplimentary that you likely don’t deserve, because I have about this much patience today. (Imagine me holding two fingers touching each other. Yes. Touching.)

I keep thinking a grim mantra which goes something like this: My book will be different… my book will be different… when I finally get around to working on it again, which was originally on today’s agenda… my book will be different….