Just thought I'd say how difficult it is to write. I'm usually a plotter and plodder, but yesterday I motored along like a happy little dolphin. By the time I got to bed, I felt, well, pleased with myself at having written far more than usual. But, this morning, when I checked what I'd written I could only conclude yesterday's offering was excrement in the extreme.
The moral of this tale, where writing is concerned, is to do it little, often and well. Don't, as I did, slam it all down, then wring your hands and rend your clothing with embarrassment afterwards!

Be back soon.

S H-J