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Monday, November 02, 2009
We have some time on our hands, so ought to be doing other, constructive things, like plotting the next novel, writing a short story or two, or even some poetry, to keep the brain cells active. But we're not. Any time now I'll receive the proofs for "A Very Private Murder", and that can be a sobering experience. Fingers crossed that there aren't any major errors of chronology.
I am, though, catching up on some reading. I don't read much while I have a book in progress, but try to make amends at other times.
Magna have just sent me my complimentary copy of "Last Reminder" on CD and cassette, read by Archers stalwart Andrew Wincott. If it is still raining after lunch I might have a listen.