Yesterday I spent a merry eight hours writing/editing Book 3, working title Treading Water. Maybe the title has proved prophetic, because at the end of 8 hours the edited version of the book, which I saved as I went along, on computer and USB, had mysteriously vanished, gone, been swallowed into a parallel universe. At times like these I wonder if I’m going completely mad. After throwing things, kicking things and screaming fit to waken the student neighbours from their afternoon recovery period, I took deep breaths and edited again. This time it took three hours. Which means something. Can’t say what though.