This is so like me. In so many ways.
In 2006 I was reading Louise Doughty's Telegraph column, A Novel in a Year. Each week she was writing a column on some aspect of writing a book. I was using various suggestions to help generate material for The Durand Cousins. But, as so often happens to me, I fell behind in my reading. At the beginning of 2007, I could no longer find the columns at The Telegraph site. I assumed that was because Doughty was turning the columns into a book.
Then this afternoon I found the columns back at The Telegraph site. How marvelous, right? Well, yeah, except now I'd like to find time to finish reading them.
Now I can't find her columns for A Writer's Year, which she wrote in 2007. I hadn't finished reading those, either.
Falling behind, losing things, finding them much later, losing something else... Really, I think I deserve some kind of award for ever getting anything done.