A few simple changes to your lifestyle and writing is the first thing to get swept from your schedule.
Take my recent hospitalization—seven days of being waited on hand and foot, with round the clock care and food to die for (literally)—and they objected to my switching the oxygen meter from my index finger to my toe so I could type on my laptop. Who can type without using their index finger? “They” also didn’t want me to keep the laptop in my room overnight for fear it might be stolen. Hmmm. No writing got done. A total waste of that wonderful wireless internet system they provided. (Of course, this was after the fifth day there because I don’t remember much about the first four days.)
A little over a week after my vacation at Riverside Medical Center, we closed on our new home and started moving. With three men in the house it was imperative we find the kitchen first. Then, and if you’ve ever raised boys you know, the next rooms to settle were the bathrooms. Find the deodorant! Find the shavers! Find the towels!
And THEN it was time to set up the desks and computers. Obviously, no writing got done. But then the “new” dial-up we’re now stuck with—at least in the short term—is so unpredictable I’m still not sure if what I send ever “goes” anywhere anyway. Can’t wait to attempt to send or receive large graphics files … My editors are going to love this!
Life isn’t so bad though. Hubby spent this past weekend building a new work/office center in our den. He started with maple doors removed from a house soon to be demolished on his new building site. We now have these fabulous new workstations that are not only so kitschy and clever they’ve transformed the space into total "chic”, but several issues which had been bothering me have been solved.
Wire management is in place—and hidden from view. My desk clutter—as soon as I find my desktop again—will be hidden from view from anywhere else in the house. We’ve removed all the old mis-matched office furniture and installed two thirteen-foot long bookshelves above the new space to hold my beloved books and other writerly "stuff".
“HE” has a separated space on the other side of the room—facing the other direction—where he can work to his heart’s content while I write.
Hmmm. But it seems the only writing I’ve gotten done so far is this blog entry …
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