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If I was a rich, famous and successful author I could blow deadlines out of the water in a spectacular display of special effects and then wait for the publishing house to send round a nubile young editorial assistant to ensure that I stayed focused on getting the work in.

Sadly, I'm not, so I'm going to bed at 1.30am after working all evening to get a short story finished.

Roll on the future.

May Day: and so it begins

We've had trouble in Australia and Germany already. I'm heading into the West End now. Wish me luck.