Spend the entire day working on my Pomerol book, transcribing an interview with ober-oenologist Michel Rolland that I did way back on a freezing Monday morning last December. In order to feel like I am making tangible progress, each chapter is printed off and files in its own clear plastic folder. Sounds anal, but it does work. My aim is to finish the bulk of the writing over the summer, although whether my wife can cope with my obsessiveness is another question. These days I seem to be either asleep or writing. Shame you cannot do both and wake up with a few more sheets of paper typed up at the bottom of the bed.
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