I'm off to New York tomorrow, to do some Christmas shopping, catch a Broadway show, and meet my editor for lunch where we'll talk about my next novel.

Yikes! Did I just write that? Is it actually true? 

I'm aware that for some writers, life is always like this.  But for me, after years of grafting in TV and radio drama, this is a rare glimpse of what it's like to feel cool. 

Of course, I've spoiled it now, by writing this blog and showing myself to be not cool at all. I'm just a rube with New York starshine in his eyes, and now the whole world (or that small proportion of the whole world which reads the blog) knows it. 

Darn it....