So I recently decided that it’s going to take me about a year to finish my new novel. Which might be a terrifying prospect. As a novelist I consider myself untraditionally employed. Currently I teach squash to Saudi Princesses and often neo-conservatives (much to my horror.) For the next year I’m going to keep track of all the odd jobs a semi-well educated, published novelist has to taken on in order to make ends meet and get the next book off to my agent. Watch this space.