It's 1.20pm, and I've completed the first draft of a 15-minute horror-comedy script called Doomsayer.
Maybe because the idea had been percolating in my mind for a while now, it just seemed to pour out onto the screen. By 12.20, I was on the tenth page.
Of course, just because I've written 15 pages in two-and-a-half hours, doesn't mean they're necessarily any good. And speed of writing clearly means nothing, in itself. But Doomsayer now exists in first-draft form, nonetheless.
Bloody hell. I'm shocked. Won't look back over it for a while now.
Time for lunch...