In fact, I did not write a word during my plane journey, and I have not written a word of my novel since. Things get in the way.
First, there was jet lag. Then there was a job application. And then the hurdle of unpacking and struggling to remember what routine is. Tomorrow, there is a hair cut, catching up with friends, attending a meeting for work, and greeting my beautiful partner at the train station. And when he’s here, I very much doubt anything will get done, because he brings chaos to my life in that way.
And so, with the best intentions, I am still stuck at 13,500 words, with no sign that progress will be on the horizon. That’s very disquieting.