Recently, I haven’t been too good at being one of those writers who always has a notebook to hand and can get some writing done whenever a spare moment presents itself. When I was living the travelling life, I was much better at this, and wrote things on buses or in queues or while waiting for really slow service in a cheap restaurant. But in the last year or two I pretty much only write if I’m sitting at my computer.
With one exception that I only just noticed: Friday mornings. …