Pre-Lockdown I would leave for work a couple of hours early and spend the extra time in a nearby MacDonalds, writing. It was great – cheap coffee, free parking and wi-fi meant that when it got to eight-thirty and I had to go to work, I felt buoyed, felt that the day was already a win.
I got more done the days I was working than I did when I was off.
Eight months of lockdown have cured me of my MacDonalds habit, and I’ve lost a lot of weight too (these two things are not unrelated). Now I don’t get out of bed until seven, as opposed to half-four or five, then I potter about for an hour, then I write.
Still, I get it done.