After the draft proposal in my notebook came this:-
And then, for two weeks, I did nothing. I didn’t re-type or deliver my letter. Day after day, I trudged up and down the banks of the River Mersey in Didsbury with my dog, see-sawing between “Yes, it’s a good idea” and “No, it’s a terrible idea.”
What if they said no? What if they said yes? I couldn’t work out which would be worse.
Finally, on 5th August I typed the finished version.
On 6th August… Well, read it yourself – a page from my notebook:-
And then I fled down to my mother’s in Essex for five days.