A faint echo slowly getting louder is how you can describe a writer’s life without her computer. It’s been three weeks and it feels like a life time. Everything makes me think of something I want to put into my latest story and everything makes me want to sit down and hammer out the ending of Not Quite Dating.
I think, I might go back and start re-reading it just to get a grip on where my story is and work on it during my lunch breaks until I can get my office up and running. Alas, my office. Probably and possibly (Secretly) the most important room in the world to me will be the last one done.
I have begun reading during my down time, what little of it that I have because all of my down time goes into getting this apartment ready. I want my home back. I want my life back. I want my computer back.
Granted, I’m spoiled and highly over exaggerating but I’m a writer deprived of writing. I feel the withdraw guys … it scares me.
Thankfully there is a light at the end of the tunnel primer painting is almost over… soon color and then done.
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