Not a dedicated writing day, but I managed to hit 800 words in an hour this morning before taking over munchkin duties. I might have written more, but I was in a gnarly, knotty section that was research heavy. What colour are Qantas cabin crew uniforms at the moment? How much runway does a fully laden 747-400 need in order to take off? And while we’re at it, what speed does the beast need to be pumping at in order to leave the ground? How big is the wing? Etc… Stuff that, probably, your average punter couldn’t give a flying felch about, but it kind of matters to me.
Is there such a thing as the researchless novel?
Listened to: The Esbjörn Svensson Trio.