I started writing a book on the train this morning. I think I’m going to call it Balitmore.  It’s prose – no pictures – as yet.  I haven’t done anything without images in years. I bet a few will find their way into the manuscript.

I’ll let you all know when I’m finished.

(I’m writing it in a tight-ruled, green-papered Chemistry notebook that Sabrina gave me years ago and I’ve been waiting for just the right time to use. It’s the greatest writing notebook there is.  Moleskins are for hacks.)