I’ve been writing the blog in the car these past few days. This will be the third post written in the backseat in a row. They tend to be longer; that might be because I’m writing them in a note taking app and not the web-client in which they are ultimately composed. Or it might be because I have no distractions while I write in a wifi-less car. I could turn on my hotspot but it never works all that well, not well enough to be truly distracting anyways.

I don’t know if it improves the writing to be written in a moving car, it might, but that’s down to the lack of distractions, again.

Maybe we should go on a cross country roadtrip, I’ll finish my novel in the backseat as we drive across route 40.

I may be traveling towards the end of the month. It’s for work and it’s the first time I’ll be away from Roby since she was born. Which is just awful. Awful that I’ll have to, but also incredible that I haven’t had to, and I likely won’t have to again, thank goodness. I doubt I’ll get much done on this approaching trip, and it’ll feel like even less.

When Abby’s gone, which hasn’t been the case in some time, I’m listless and lost. I don’t feel like cooking, I don’t feel like doing anything besides watching bad movies and sitting on the couch. Abby, and now Roby, are my excuse for doing anything, including taking care of myself. And being an animal, without a visual reminder of them every day, I lose it.

Let’s hope it doesn’t go so far this time around.