I've had enough for the time being.

I've converted about nine of my novels into paperback now and am awaiting the four I (at least) consider my best, for final proofing. I could have done it on-line but I wanted one real touchable copy of them all for my collection.
    My family will probably never see them, because 'daddy's little hobby' has always been something of a joke in my house. But to have some of my own books on my shelf is a dream fulfilled.
    Now it's time to get on with kongomato 4, the absolute final book of my monster trilogy. Mind you, I've said that before. This will definitely be the last, maybe, probably.
    I'm toying with the idea of paying my daughter to read the four proof books which should arrive sometime within the next decade or so. It will amuse her to scrawl big red marks across the pages to outline my mistakes, as I've always threatened to tear her arms off if I ever saw her defacing a book from sheer spite. And now I'll be asking her to do it.

    I'm off to France next week. Not for the job I originally thought, but for something else. At least it will give me time to get a few chapters down. There's nothing like the heat and constant interruption to drive my already odd brain into further acts of mindless violence - and that's just on the plane going over.