UK edition of Black Juice
In other news: Tomorrow at 9.30 I sign the lease on my writing room.
Farewell, kitchen table. Farewell, State Library desk. Both of you have your advantages (kitchen table: multi-tasking, being there to answer phones, take deliveries and absorb teen angst, closeness to bed - oops, how did that get in there?; SL desk: hugeness, emptiness and a commute that keeps me in touch with the rest of the world and all its wonderful germs and train-loonies).
But my next world beating novel demands that I hide away and become an obsessive, wild-eyed, monosyllabic recluse for a little while. Well, OK then, if that's what it takes. (Shrugs helplessly.)