Today, instead of doomscrolling I:
Returned to my morning pages.
Indulged in some train dreaming, and watched the world drift past my window. I let my thoughts unspool and made a few notes.
People watched on the Elizabeth Line. It’s forty minutes from central London to Heathrow Airport, and if you spend that much time with massed humanity on the move to other continents, you hear and see a lot. Further notes were made.
Enjoyed the anonymous comfort of an airport hotel and did a new draft of a short story. I didn’t hate it, which I will mark as progress.