I had a bit of a moment this morning when I wrote my main character's final scene (no, I can't tell you because it would give it away). I think Wayne who came to fix the boiler (again) thought I was a bit unhinged. Anyway, now I'm having marmite on toast in front of the tail end of This Morning in order to fully recover from the emotional trauma (not sure if Chekhov ever did this and I'm quite sure Vladimir Nobokov - the pompous old fart - never did). Right then, better get back into it I suppose, tissues at the ready...xx
ps. not going to tell you about how the training day went for my student volunteers yesterday because I'm still too upset about the disappointing turnout. Bloody students!