I wanted to get out of the house this evening, I also wanted to write as much as I could. I felt like I had a bit of a creative slump in the latter half of last week and after being in the house most of the weekend and not really doing anything I thought, fuck it I'm not going to just sit and do nothing this evening.
So that's why I'm here, at Brewdog in town, on a Monday night, sat upstairs because it's warmer and there is no one else up here. I've got my laptop, a note book, a pint, good music being played at a perfect volume so as to be enjoyable but not distracting and nothing else getting in the way of my mind.
I've already knocked out the three hundred words I am trying to hold myself to each day, I'm taking a small break to do this and think about what comes next in the story. I'm fairly confident I've got at least another three hundred in me this evening, if not more.
Sometimes the comfort of home is exactly what I need to be productive but at the moment I'm finding this way better. Aside from the fiction project I'm working on I've already made a plan for this weeks blog posts while sat here, doing that always keeps me way more motivated throughout the week when I'm struggling to think about what to write.
Alright, I'm kind of just rambling now and if I'm going to do that I'd rather it be on the book project, so I'm going to post this and get back to that. Later.