Ooh, I'm in the quiet no-man's land between one festival and another. Nothing but leftover roast duck and a burgeoning liver to pick over, with the discarded remnants of wrapping paper drifting around one's feet. This is one of my favourite times of year. Like a turning space, between Saturnalian excess and the bright roar of New Year (- Scotland's favourite festival.)
Tip toe around quietly, and would you believe it, this is a great time to do some Actual writing...it's one of those stories that just swooped in unannounced and buggered up my schedule but fuck it, I'm having great fun. And we got a new bed - a big wooden sleigh bed that will be heavenly to curl up in with tea and cigs and laptop and ....