Plenty written, but little writing
So I spent a few hours writing today, but all but twenty minutes was spent correcting essays. Ah, well. Bills do like being paid, after all.
I did at least get those 20 minutes, though. It’s in one of those scenes that are often glossed over in books, TV and film, but which always make me wonder what really happened. It’s a scene where Kelly must recount some events from previous book to someone else. The kind of thing where audiences are expected to assume everyone tells the precise truth and no-one forgets or unintentionally changes an important detail or other.
It would be a lot easier if I just took that route, but real life doesn’t play out that way, in my experience.
Besides, why choose the easy path?