In fact, I stopped because I suddenly realised I was at a point where I needed to decide on whether some places were fictional or real. A relevant for the story reason, so I figured that was OK. And fictional is the decision by morning (influenced by real, of course).

It was a surprisingly enjoyable experience, thankfully. I’ve tried to lock away my “inner editor” and just write, pausing to correct incoherence or error in a sentence whilst pondering the next bit, which I figure is OK. And also had a mild hint of a “writerly moment” when I realised, somewhat to my horror, that one of the main protagonists, Heaton Bairstow, is a bit ginger! Oh, the humanity!

So: “Grace, Heaton and Silk” to be written in a month and then filed away to be read by but a select few. It won’t be good. But it must be finished!