Yesterday afternoon I went to a party. I wanted to ask a fellow writer there how he manages to write so fast. This is a man who produced a first draft in a couple of months.
Then I had such a good time that I forgot all about it. Until he said, "Excuse me, I must go and do some writing," and disappeared for maybe half an hour. He came back looking happy, and carried on partying.
So I think I got my answer, don't you?
And I got to see a lovely view from their roof.
