Turns out the nice train with the tables was a one off. Northern rail again twart my cunning plans. I seem to be more productive in the mornings than the evenings and therefore I am going to try a later train. It might be only an hour more in the morning, meaning staying an hour later but if it moves me towards my goals it’s definetly worth the sacrifice. As it’s Friday tomorrow I’ll start Monday. Who wants to still be in the office later than needed on a Friday.
Update: This is the first blog written entirely on my phone on the wordpress app.
Travelling on trains in the north-west of England is such a frustrating experience. People in the south might also have their own challenges I don’t know. It’s 2 hours since I set off from Manchester. I’m still probably 20 minutes away from my next connection. To make it worse I drove to another station this morning, so the car even isn’t at home. I don’t know if there’s a connection yet. I considered collecting it in the morning, then realise I can’t there are no trains, there is a strike. There’s been an accident which can’t be helped, but they are so disorganized and don’t tell you anything. You just sit and wait. The train moves a few minutes, slowly, then stops and waits some more. I have with the time provided me from Northern Rail wrote two blog posts, listened to radio 2 BBC Friday night comedy. It’s been productive. The blitz spirit comes out when it’s gets like this I note. People talk to one another, everyone’s in the same boat. The train smells of wee which tops off a bad day. That said I should be gracious, I will make it home eventually the reason the train was delayed I believe might have been a fatality. That unfortunate person won’t be making it home, his or her family will be impacted by it. My journey hasn’t been that bad when I put it into perspective, I got to write longer than I would normally and will eventually get home safe.
I also managed to write a short story of 250 words with the words from yesterdays post but I will save that till tomorrow.
I got home 3 hours late in the end.
Where does time go? After committing to the puny amount of words 250 a day, it is I seem to find myself to be nearing the end of the day and not put pen to paper. It’s 22.09 I’m sat at Victoria station in Manchester after a SQL community group meeting, what I do for my job. Not user groups but SQL which I won’t bore you with. One thing it does offer is a two-hour commute over the course of the day. You might be confused into thinking that it’s a perfect opportunity to write. It can be. It takes some commitment. The trains if you ever have traveled in the North are a wonder to behold. While traveling during commuting hours, you’ll find overcrowding, uncomfortable seats and trains from the 70s and smelly as I can confirm sat writing this. I had to train myself, pardon the pun to write on the train. It’s easy to get distracted or paranoid of people reading over your shoulder. So many times, I’ve typed xxxx and gone back to complete a paragraph much later. Have any well-known authors during my lifetime written their masterpieces while on Northern rail, I seriously doubt it. If you ever get to read my book and read this I hope it brings a wry smile to your face to think a particular bit being written while I had a man from Bolton arse inches from my face on an overcrowded train while I sit typing away.