Suddenly there is not much time. In March 2020 I am walking the Pacific Crest Trail (Mexico to Canada), and when I return will be heading from London out to Algiers for 3 years. This means in terms of writing I don’t think I have capacity for another book next year. My plan is to spend January/February speaking to the people I’m already in touch with regarding the fantasy novel and perhaps reaching out to a few more, and working on some shorter pieces to submit before I head out on this long walk.

Between work, planning moving house across continents, and planning a 5 month hike in the woods, I have had less free time than normal to think about new writing or developing older pieces than I would like. 2019 has been probably my most prolific year in terms of volume. When I am settled next autumn I can focus on a better routine for pushing some shorter pieces as I develop the longer projects, but for now I have to make do with the time I have.

The novel is in a good state, I have a notebook full of story ideas, and the next 3 years have the potential to let me really create some work I can be proud of without the usual distraction. For now I can be patient.

I’ve been thinking about writing on this walk, and the form that might take. I have no interest in writing anything biographical or experiential, but the impact of the landscape and the time for thought can hopefully be translated into something.

WATCHING: The Witcher

READING: The Mask Of Dimitrious by Eric Ambler, The Dragon Reborn by Robert Jordan, Melmoth by Sarah Perry

PLAYING: Sekiro, Shadows Die Twice