Every year for Christmas my parents buy me a diary (and a box of Toffifee, if we’re talking traditions) and every year I’m relieved to transfer all of my ongoing tasks and appointments over to a fresh new journal where there’s a bit more space to breathe. Every year I also track my writing stats on the back page, and every year I mean to write up a blog post about them and, checking back through this blog, apparently never manage to.
I was reading back through the absolute tyre-fire that was las...
Published on December 30, 2021 06:51