Meanwhile again, I am moving round central Brighton, spending an hour in a cafe here, two hours there, reading my novel through now it's printed out on paper.

Until Monday, in effect it only existed as a whole in binary form.  As well as in my head, natch.

I almost forgot that this reading-through-on-paper stage was necessary.

So far so good.  To my surprise I am enjoying the reading process. (the main problem is avoiding too much coffee)  My editorial pen hovers, but there is little to change.  Call me conceited if you must, but the final version of Low Life Games threatens to be pretty damn good.