Well, we’re in our ninth week of lockdown I think, though I keep losing track of time, so I might be wrong. I hardly know what day of the week it is sometimes, but it is doing wonders for my writing, my garden and allotment, and the state of my fridge.
I’ve been averaging a couple of thousand words a day, plus doing a bit of world building and plotting for the next masterpiece.
The allotment is clean as a whistle with hardly a weed in sight, as is the garden. My fridge has never been cleaner.
But it’s the writing that I’m most pleased with. After quite a long hiatus and a stressful few years, I seem to be finally getting back into the swing of it.
I just need to stop playing Elder Scrolls, then I might double my word count.