Over the weekend I pondered the fact that if somebody was growing a beard and not cutting it or shaving it off until I published my first novel, then perhaps I would feel more obliged to get writing more quickly.
So far, nobody has offered to grow a beard for me (and thankfully, my husband hasn’t read about it … well I don’t think he has. Come to think of it, though, when he picked me up from the train station tonight the welcome kiss was very stubbly).
However, I have had …