A day on the job, I’d rather have been without and home and doing the house-stuff and preparing for the next family member and feeling rather overwhelmed by it all.
It was very strange to then just write and on the one hand feel relieved that I could and on the other feel a little sick about writing about the end of the world. But it was a crucial scene. In a crucial story, at least for me personally. So I guess that makes it overall the right outcome.
It’s been working rather well to write the next chapter in these small 500 word-ish bits and then just force myself to do it every day. Rather than try to do it all in one gulp.
I have to keep it up, though, through Easter and beyond. And I want to.