I was out of town this weekend, at a funeral. One of my aunts passed away, and while I'll miss her, I'm glad I was able to go spend time with family and see my mother's home town again. I won't say much more about this, as I don't intend to write publicly about other people's personal matters.
Instead I'll just put my own obsessiveness on display. How does one write while traveling? I write in whatever spare time I can find. When I'm with family there isn't much of this, as I'd rather be with them, listening to what's going on in their lives, but whenever I need to dart up to my room, I'll see if I can spare ten minutes to jot down a few lines. I'll get in a few more before bed.
Then I came home and wrote a thousand words yesterday, and began reworking act two today. It's getting there. Critical Mass deadline is tomorrow night. I'll have my chunk ready.