hiding out in the writing cave

It's nearly November, and the flamboyants are in bloom.

I have two fifteen minute presentations to give over the next two days at a conference I am helping to organise and run. I have written neither of them. In something like genius and/or desperation, I have checked myself into a hotel near the university. The hotel is: a) quiet; and b) air conditioned. There is no one to talk to me, and there is no one with whom I might distract myself. It's just me and the laptop.

But please keep your fingers crossed.