March 2nd, 2019

Ok, so you know how I said I would write these posts at 10am, at my desk, and then start writing? Well it’s 11pm, I’m in the pouring rain and I haven’t done anything yet. Today has not gone well.

I’ve found a flaw at last with all my writing living on Google Docs: when your data runs out at the weekend you end up reverted to hermit status. Fun fact, I couldn’t even post this myself, I had to get my friend to post it for me (Charlie I owe you BIG TIME) as I have zero internet.

Yesterday I finished Unreachable, so today I think I’ll type up some of Spectrum. Because you know, when you’re tired and soaked through and cranky nothing beats cringing at your own poorly written prose from a half decade ago. Wish me luck…