I haven't been able to do any writing this week. Nearly Christmas, so people want to do stuff. That stuff usually involves me sitting for extended periods of time reading my Kindle, which has just given up the ghost for the final time.
I did, however, cause one of the nastiest bouts of cold (-2) rain (torrential) and snow (just a bit). My crime, I washed my motorbike on Monday. All my neighbours came out and told me to stop. "You know what'll happen. blah blah.." Well they were right and I was wrong. And now to cap it all my bike is even dirtier than before. I came off twice, and nearly lost my knee cap today when a driver assumed that just because my right indicator light was on, I was doing it just to irritate him. My impudence is astounding apparently.
However I did manage to find the hook upon which the end of my second Kongomato novel will be based; and the front end of kongomato 3. So all is not lost, apart from my front mudguard, half my silver work and a nasty dent in my petrol tank.
I aim to do at least five thousand word tomorrow, providing a plague of locusts doesn't invade the house.