Non-stop.

 

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I’m writing this on a plane. I write a lot of things on a lot of planes. I write from coast to coast, six hours at a time, seat back up, tray table down. I don’t mean to write. But sitting in one position for six hours with no escape focusses my brain. I just peck something out, close my iPad, think about watching an Adam Sandler movie, then an idea drifts by on a cloud, I pick up my iPad again and write something else instead.

I told Jenny I want to get a plane seat to put in my studio so I can be more productive and wonder if she’d mind coming by every now and then with some Bloody Mary mix and peanuts.

I’d better go, we’re about to land. Now if only I could remember where.