I have just finished the third draft of my new Brighton novel, my third, Over the Hills is a Long Way Off. I will put it aside for a few months and then take a final look at it, but, it is, bar the shouting, ready to go off to the publishers. It will have to wait though because my poetry collection, Remembering Blue, is ahed of it in the queue. It’s an exciting moment to bring another long project to an end. Now I shall recover and take delight in the thought of that blank piece of paper. I haven’t had that for a long time.