In hard-slog mode (but at least I have headcheese)

I'm in one of those writing phases where none of my projects are even close to completion; I'd chronicle my daily routine for you, but it mostly consists of spending four hours figuring out where to locate the start of the Inquisition, or five hours tracking one of Philip IV's currency devaluements, or three hours working out what mistakes a middle-grade writer is likely to make on a particular writing assignment.

It's the kind of work that makes you long for a play-by-play commentary to...