rainbow-colored ink

Even though occasionally I change to rainbow-colored ink, writing doesn't get much easier.  I'm facing great obstacles, especially in collecting firsthand experience for my novel. I never thought it would be so hard to find a decent prison that would let me in a cell and lock me up for at least a few weeks. The institutions I checked so far either weren't high security enough, or they lacked some essential quality like serving moldy bread for breakfast, or a torture chamber with nonstop Far-East-Albanian pop music.

aubergine monster

I didn't let it put me off my lunch!

Freedom

The other day, while on my way to a beach party held by my friend, Sir M***** B*****, in my new Audi, I found myself wondering what it would be like to be released from prison after a lengthy incarceration. Exhilarating, of course, but also confusing and frightening. Having to decide what to eat three times a day?! As a best-selling author, I only have to consider breakfast, as lunch and dinner are usually taken with my editor or publicist or as a guest of someone famous or important. This morning I am having a pot of darjeeling (first flush) and a seagull's egg with some bread from the antiques market and a small glass of Chinese prune juice. Ah, there's the postman! Only one sack of mail today?