I am in Wales this week. A beautiful part of the world with lovely people, but I wish I was at home.
Authors have to get out to talk in libraries and schools as much as they can. And I do that. But I’ve been at it for months now, since the summer.
Maybe I feel like this because I’m coming to the end. In a week I’ll be at Leeds v Leyton Orient, celebrating having done my last event for six weeks.
Then home. To spend those six weeks writing and as much time with my wife and daughter as possible. And with the Leeds players, occasionally.