Writing on the road

I’m trying to keep my routines going despite all the moves and changes. Writing’s the most important one. The blog’s been easy to get to. Pictures, travels, stuff to write about.

But I’ve also been forcing myself to write in my hotel rooms, and it’s worked surprisingly well. I got up at 7 both yesterday and today and wrote for an hour. I’ve got my protagonist walking a London street. I left him and another character somewhere on the sidewalk between the British Library and Euston Station. It’s early March, gray skies, but the rain’s holding off so far.

I hope it does the same on the road today, but don’t think I’ll be that lucky.

Now, on toward Jersey.