Alas, as warm water trickles over your shoulders inspiration comes – a story, a good, must-get-it-down one. You quickly dry yourself, roll on deodorant, puff talc all over the floor, pull on your clothes. Housework, visitors, story. The words tumble over and over in your mind. Housework, visitors, story. Priorities? Priorities? You hang up the towel and race down the passage…
Well, this is no choose-your-own-adventure story. The answer is clear. There is only ONE answer. You turn on the computer…