It's about sixteen months since I came back from Ecuador and started to try and write something with that journey as a basis. I have not been working on it very hard and tonight I finally finished transcribing stuff from the journal I kept at the time. I've got just over forty thousand words written and it should pad out till it's about fifty five thousand words, which is a wee book. That's okay.
I'd write more about this now, but this machine is now writing in a tiny font for some reason which I, of course, do not understand. I suppose I could spend another hour or so in the war against the machines, but ....
If I wrote for three hours a day on the Holy Isle, in ten weeks I'd have the book finished.
