I’m at Heathrow, blogging from my iPhone. I had no idea such things were possible! Soon I won’t even need to write this thing; instead a sleek alien who lives in a little egg in my ear will do it for me.
Anyway. I am blogging from Heathrow because I’m just about to fly to real life ACTUAL NEW YORK in thirty minutes. Scream! Excitable thrashing of limbs! Wild eyes that suggest I’m on drugs but don’t worry because I’m not!
My third novel, which I’m in the process of writing, contains a good three months of New York action. So I have to go over and live the city for a little while. Imagining I am Sally Howlett from Nuneaton.
Writing this blog on my ancient iPhone is infuriating beyond any reckoning so I shall leave it there. My intention is to blog every day so do please send your finest suggestions my way and I’ll let you know how I got on.
And if you don’t hear from me again it’s because I was arrested by homeland security while attempting to pole vault over the immigration booth so I could go and live in New York forever because it is my FAVOURITE PLACE ON EARTH.