Quarantine is not exactly conducive to good writing. Yeah I got some stuff done, but not nearly the volume of work I was expecting. The problem is primarily with Judybrook. The early stages of a novel build up slowly as ideas start to congeal in your head like stars from the interstellar dust cloud. Have I used that analogy before? Later, when the roadmap has forms in your skull it moves like a runaway train. If it gets derailed, that can be for the better.
Back to work on Monday. Back to braving the Coronavirus crisis.