Sometimes you’re tied to your desk, slowly and painfully eeking out the words that will eventually take book form – but which is a fair way away yet. So there’s a bit of an energy and inspiration low. Then suddenly an email pings into the inbox asking for a few words about an obscure place you travelled to over a decade ago. It’s just to fill a tiny slot in a magazine, not a feature, but it wakes me up from my soporific hiatus.
After a bit of a file-shuffle, nay scuffle, I find the cutting from all that time ago (a miracle in itself) and start re-reading my description of the Togian Islands.