There is a madman (madcap drummer?) inside my head that keeps nagging at me, gnawing at me, quoting Kinks. Actually it’s my editor(s). So here is how a writer builds up a neurosis when the computer screen fails in so many ways and you have to start anew with your precious prose and the deadline is two minutes to midnight away. Events will not restart later, although sometimes I wish they could. Like last week. But wait, salvation …
So I gotta retool. Fast. And these are not gigs when you can be a diva and show up late […]