Not sure if any sleep came to me last night, worrying about the book’s lack of progress.
I used this eloquent (some would call it wanky) notion of a “dispatch from the land of steady” to tell myself to stay the course, to just turn up every day and quietly work onward. It worked for a while in the winter months. But this device has run its course. I’m not steady, not at all.
There will be no further Dispatches.