Monday, February 23, 2009
I admit it. I was a complete recluse over the weekend. I didn't step foot outside on Saturday (didn't even go get the mail!) and then on Sunday, the only time I went outside was to take a nice, long walk beside the duck pond. Other than that, I was a worker bee.
My laptop is sadly under the weather right now (I think the diagnosis is a bad screen inverter) so I've had to be chained to my desk if I wanted to get anything done. This brought the added distraction of the Internet, but I think I handled it ok. Since I am in 'edit mode' all those little notes I made to myself during the first draft (check on this, research this, etc.) now need to be fixed. So it's actually worked out well to just pop open the Internet and find the fact I need instead of putting the laptop down, going into the office, and booting up the other computer. It's not like either one is a chore...but it's just easier, is all.
By Sunday afternoon, though, I was feeling a bit like a recluse. But isn't that the writer's life sometimes? Solitary? I had two whole days of solitude. And that is definitely enough! I was actually glad to go to work and be around my co-workers.
How do you deal with the solitude of writing? Do you enjoy it?
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