On the weekend, I sat down; just sat down, no prelude, and wrote the opening paragraph to a new novel. It came to me complete and rich. As I wrote the rest of the story unfurled in my mind like a red carpet to a premiere. I got excited. I had to put the pen down and have a think.

Then Adam cleaned the house.

Now I can’t find that piece of paper.

$#%&(*2 3334$*@#*@*$U@#*@!!!!!!!!!!

Let’s hope I find it and it’s not lining the bottom of the recycling bin.