I found television over the summer. It’s not that we don’t have one at home, we do, but it’s inherited, from The Old Days, and the size of a postage stamp. Squinting through each section of my multi-focal glasses isn’t really worth it (except for Masterchef Australia, the best programme ever).

Most of the time I’m not only content to be invisible, I actively seek out invisibility. It’s one of my markers of being a good editor – there should be no evidence of me in an author’s work, my role is in the wings: prompter and advisor.

A beautiful Friday evening in summer. A book shop. Great company. A wee tipple at the end of the week – What’s not to love?

The month of May has yielded a bumper crop of writing outputs. Not only have I been able to add an unprecedented four new books to my ‘shelf-of-books-in-which-I’ve-had-some-little-involvement’, I’ve also been to two very different fiction ‘launches’.

One year ago WriteRight officially launched its online creative writing ‘classes’, a series of structured sessions for anyone who wants to write.