The thing about writing a book is that it’s pretty relentless. When you’re pretending to talk to people, you’re writing; when you’re walking the dog, you’re writing; when you’re wasting time on Facebook, you’re still writing. The comedian Ade Edmondson said that the exhausting thing about being a comic is that you can’t watch a sunset without trying to think up a joke about it.
Once I start a new book I won’t be able to relax until it’s finished, so I’m not in a huge hurry to jump back on that particular merry-go-round. At the moment I mostly wander around the house trying to remember what people do who aren’t writing books. My daughter says I’m cranky (nothing to do with the number of wet towels on her bedroom floor). I’m reading lots of books, but struggling to find something I love. Can’t get the hang of being on vacation (I use vacation to write). Went to a film. Not sleeping well. Can’t concentrate. Accomplishing nothing.
Might have to start again or go into rehab.