My brain is clearly highly motivated to take the path of least resistance.
I swear that the first thought that I had this morning, after a night of vivid dreams about writing, was "use a keyboard, use a keyboard". I resisted and made a silent commitment to pen and paper, like a sinner trying to put himself back on the path of righteousness.
It took me until lunchtime to actually carve out some peace and quiet to write. I disappeared to the Quaker House for a writing lunch and was about three hundred words in when my fountain pen ran out of ink. Quakers are gentle people, so I resisted the urge to throw the pen across the room and use my full repertoire of swear words.
"Use a keyboard, keyboard" felt like a really good alternative option at that point.
I walked back to the clients office, getting lightly soaked in the rain, and cursed everything.
Progress: 10600 / 50000.