So yes, a brilliant summer, all in all, but also an exhausting one. Winter is more suitable for hermit-souls, perhaps. The only way I could squeeze in writing most weeks was to get up at 6am and write before going to work. Lots of delicious late evenings in the backyard with wine, G & T, books, friends...so not complaining, but by now am in a pretty zombified state and counting the hours to that first day of school...
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