I’m currently away from home for work, and though I’m always convinced I will finish writing a manuscript in the evenings when travelling for work I never do, and this time that’s especially true as I have a terrible and remarkably painful cold. So—nothing to report this week. Just sick. I have, despite almost being willing to acknowledge to myself that I’m this state there’s no chance I’m getting any writing done, been carrying around my notebook, still thinking I’ll get something done. Which I won’t. I’m the hopeful sort I suppose.