Popcorn, Rats, and Book Updates

I have been in Bristol now for five months. I have to say I love this city. It feels alive, like there’s always something going on somewhere. Although judging by the number of police cars I hear wailing past, those things usually seem to be burglaries and assaults.

I keep wondering to myself where all my time is going. I certainly haven’t spent any of it writinglike I intended to. Perhaps a little more so this last month, but mostly I’ve been working. How I can spend so much time scooping and...