For you faithful readers, you know a couple of weeks ago I decided that I needed to limit my Internet time. I wobbled in my adherence to the new regime, but was saved by the Dell. Yes. She crashed like crazy—right after I sent out a bunch of queries (see her obituary below). It’s as if she let me write the book and the letters but had quite enough. Amazingly, I have emerged from this experience whole and relatively sane. I’ve discovered the world still rotates without me commenting on blogs and reading the New York Times online. I’ve even gotten some requests for Paradise, which have gone out between computer seizures.
I haven’t worked on my WIP or super-poked people, though. But with my new-found free time, I’ve begun to think about the next book (Yes. Will wonders never cease.). As I tried frantically to make sure all my files were backed up, I came across things I’d almost forgotten about—things that with a little pruning and prodding might keep me busy for the foreseeable future.
So I’m turning the frown upside down. I’m so Zen now my family wonders where Maggie went. It’s time I realized what I have control over and what I don’t.
Are you mellow or nervous by nature? Would you be scribbling on a yellow legal pad if you didn’t have access to a computer, or biding your time? Do you have to write to be happy?