A Lacking of Portability
Jul. 6th, 2010 08:55 amI never realized how dependent I was on my laptop for writing until it died on me. Oh, I can still write without it but it's not the same. My desktop is in my living room...along with the rest of the freaking universe. Kids, husbands, friends, dogs. I'm surprised we don't see the occasional squirrel or Al Gore scurrying through my living room. I do wear headphones when I am writing but it's still hard to focus on writing porn with a circus behind me. I've also noticed that my son's skill in reading over my shoulder is directly proportional to my speed at hitting the minimize function.
My bedroom is much more conducive to writing. It's quieter, only Spiderman can read over my shoulder if he so chose to peek through the window behind me, the bed is comfy and the air conditioner is with me.
I need a new laptop. :P
My bedroom is much more conducive to writing. It's quieter, only Spiderman can read over my shoulder if he so chose to peek through the window behind me, the bed is comfy and the air conditioner is with me.
I need a new laptop. :P