Usually on Fridays we have a guest blogger. Well, I am chasing my tail and didn't arrange for exciting and new ideas from a special person for today. So, you are "stuck" with me. Today I thought I'd write about where we work and how that influences what we produce.
My father is in the ICU in a hospital two states away. That means for the last week I have also been two states away. Thank God for laptops, WiFi, my iPhone and my iPad. I'm a traveling technology store (if only I were better at knowing how to use it all). Most hospitals have a rule that you can't use that list of gadgets on a unit that is monitored for cardiac functions-- kinda like turning it all off when the plane takes off or lands. My hands nearly shake at having hours of no access. Like an addicted smoker, I have been stepping out of my father's room not to take a puff, but to sign onto my email, write some words and check voice mail. How sick is that?
But, the point of this is, I have continued to edit my manuscript with vengeance. So, picture me in the waiting room of the ICU with 310 pages stacked on my lap. I edit better with a sharp pencil on hard copy. Next to me is a couple who are holding each other and sobbing. On the other side is an elderly man, his head in his hand and constantly nodding side to side. His grief is palpable. Our family rotated time with my father. Only two people are allowed in at a time.
When it was my turn to enter the sanctum, I packed up my stack of papers. Then I got thinking. How much do we "own" a story? Can we turn it off and on? What does disruption do to the plotting and pacing of our work? With the editing process, I suspect disruption is less of an issue that with the initial writing. I'm a plotter in style so the in and out would be hard. But with editing there is a different pace.
My apologies, I have rambled on. But, I am interested in hearing how you work in different locations, with interruptions, with the distractions of life. Many of you have small children or other "not able to predict" circumstances. Yet, we still get it out the door. How does that feel? How do you protect your writing time? Anything you can share?
And, my father is much better. I hope to go home tomorrow. Thanks for listening.