I made a plan: in the mornings I’ll try to write my book, and in the afternoons I’ll work on the translations of the Malraux programs for SBS. I started this morning at 8 am. I loved it in my room, quiet all around, barely even properly light. I rewrote Vicki and Elizabeth, the very beginning of the book. I worry that I ought to pour out a whole draft and then go back and rewrite. What I do is write a page, then fix it up straight away and go back to the beginning to see if everything fits. So my progress is slow. But the work is solid. After lunch I sat at my desk with the big dictionaries, the mild afternoon sun on my back through the window, and wrestled away. Writing in the morning is battling through jungle. Translating in the arvo is riding along a flat country road on a bicycle.