Feast, fed, fast
Zooming into the writer’s meet at the weekend, I was a woman on a mission. / Locate the olives and gorge myself. No, hang on, that was the secret squirrel mission. The proper mission was to get some feedback on the format of the books that are published going forward and a bunch of other tasty items. / Lots of useful feedback on “In the moment”, terrific commitment by writers to…