I had all the right intentions. I packed my iPad, zipped my keys and phone into the front pocket of its case, brought along my cooled water bottle, straight from the freezer, and drove to the beach. It was a familiar drive, one I could do without thinking. I’d come to the same beach, the same turn-off, dozens of time during the Melbourne Lockdowns. I arrived, pulled into one my usual spots, opened my iPad, turned my phone into a hotspot, played my usual writing playlist through Spotify, and…nothing. I literally wrote nothing. Or maybe I typed out a random sentence first, before seeing that my well thought out plan wasn’t going to eventuate. Not today.