I’m in the UK to teach a creative writing course and to attend CrimeFest. The jet lag feels like a bag of hammers was dropped on my head. After which somebody stuffed my head with feathers and shoved me into a vat of syrup. But while I try to wake up, taking a walk along the Thames on the south bank at Putney is a good way to get some fresh air.
Wait, what am I talking about? I need coffee. STAT.