And the preparation for reading at the Edinburgh International Book Festival Story Shop begins today. Minor panic when the last page of my story “The Department for Recycled Men” appeared to have gone missing. Found resting on the kitchen counter. I’m off to a voice/performance workshop with Alex Gillon this afternoon. A wee bit scary. Last time I was at this workshop I was (quite rightly) criticised for doing a practice reading with a biro in one hand which I clicked from time to time. This time I will draw an exclusion zone between biros and me. I will need a pencil though. Perhaps in a pocket? Oh, hell, that means rethinking a whole outfit. Sigh. Hope that my adrenaline levels settle in time for the City of Literature Salon in the evening. If you see me there bouncing off the ceiling you have permission to take me outside and leave me there until I calm down. Unless it is raining.