There are so many books on writing and getting the pace right but one writing/pace thing I’ve yet to master…

… pacing my coffee to last the session.

I buy the coffee, I boot up Final Draft, I finish the coffee, I start writing.

So here I am in Coffee No 1, Wellfield Road, having finished my coffee and I’m left with no decent excuse to take up my seat. Writing and feeling guilty. It’s not good.

I’m going to have to buy another… I need to make my coffee last longer pace costs!

Having a fun morning experimenting with sci-fi horror, writing in Pugh’s Garden Centre tea shop.

Little do the jovial pensioners and stressed young mums realise I’m deep into alien brain transplants and off-planet corruption while they tuck into their tuna melt paninis…