We've just returned from a two-week voyage through the Panama Canal aboard Holland-America's m/s Statendam. Aboard ship I get a lot of writing done—there's not much else for an introvert to do during long days at sea—and this time got a goodly chunk written of the fifth Steve Martinez novel, working title Tracking the Beast.
It now stands at just short of 100 typescript pages, about one-third of a full novel.
During the two weeks I wrote myself out of a long vexing hole, but also into another one. Such is the life of the dilettante gentleman novelist.