From 2007:
Do I like writing? Sometimes. Most of the time, to be perfectly honest, except that very often there are other things I’d rather be doing, like reading a book or taking a walk or hanging out with Mrs. T. But this morning was one of those blessed occasions when there was nothing else in the world I wanted to do but write. Hilary was fast asleep, my head was teeming with ideas, and no sooner did I start clicking away at the keyboard than I could do no wrong. I was, as jazz musicians say, in the pocket…
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