I’ve not been in a fantastic way this week, and I think looking back I’ll see this as the “fallout week” of 2020 plus my house move. On a positive note and assuming I’m not ill tomorrow, I’ve still worked through it without falling behind, I’ve kept writing as I was, and I have managed to do a bit more unpacking, though I’ll need to make this weekend a bit more productive.
Speaking of productive, as with November and December my excess wordcounts have been less than amazing. I’m starting to think that’s not my mood however; handwriting just lends itself to smaller targets. This book has been easier to write than TWR, but significantly slower. It’s not a big deal, but I do need to try to right the ship all the same.
I may have to wait for a stable world before I experiment with handwriting again. I look forward to sitting in a cafe for a few stolen hours and handwriting a short story or two. One day. This isn’t forever.