I was up at the crack of dawn (actually, before it cracked) and by 7 I was out of the house and driving to Procter. My timing was right and I got there at 9 as I had hoped.
So – three interviews in three hours. I took photos and, at the end of all that, was treated to a lovely lunch by the even lovelier Cecilia – and then a walk around her amazing property.
Funny thing – after a three-year hiatus, turning on the tape recorder and taking notes and asking questions – as though not a day had passed since I last did it.
I was in the groove. I have all the notes I need. I will do a telephone interview tomorrow and start writing. I know how to do this. I am confident in this. I know I will do a good job.
And so that feels nice.
Although, now, I am exhausted – not by the work – the driving. Two hours each way today felt like a lot.
Tomorrow I get to write. And that will be fun.