Plane sailing.

Excuse the horrific pun. (Sorry Red).

Not everyday is though, of course.
Yesterday was tough.
There wasn't an ounce of inspiration in my soul.
I had to rely on experience and bloody mindedness
to make something work.

You plough on and then look back at something.

Often, you look at an idea you had the day before
and think 'holy fuck it's fucking crap, I must have been desperate'.

But not today.
Today it's pretty good.

I think.