The writing has been kind of slow for the last week. There has been a 50% improvement in the chaotic conditions of my family obligations, but finding that still eye of the storm is still proving to be difficult. As soon as I feel like I’m close to it I get caught in an updraft and find myself hurtling away at impossible speeds from what I would really like to be doing.
That said – I have mastered some plot threads that needed tying together. My iPhone, unlike the previous clunky yet small Blackberry, is proving a bit of a helpmate. I was able to download a pages app for it that allows me to edit the most recent chapter on the go. I don’t foresee any solid writing time on it unless I get the keyboard that I mentioned in the last post, and I am waiting for my finances to improve for that, but I can edit, add ideas, and not lose rolling trains of steamy thought.
One of my plotting solutions involves a famous historical character, Harry Houdini, who has now gained importance in the novel, and thusly I am forced (oh what terrible pain and joy!) to read the recent bio of him that I got. Sadly it is not available on the Kindle… wait, it wasn’t but maybe it is now… let me toddle off and check…
Back. Ah, wonderful. I feel like a walking, talking, typing advert for the iPhone, but I am a convert. So I have downloaded the Kindle app to my phone, and my copy of the Houdini book is now there, on the page I was last reading, and I’m ready to snatch minutes from my workday to learn all I need to know about the amazing magician, contortionist, and escape artist. Amusing note on the side: on my wall, by my desk, is my Houdini Action Figure. It was a gift from one of my relatives – the same year I gave them one. We exchanged.
Ok, well I was away from this for about an hour because my cat pissed on the laundry again. It’s such a joy to be able to add the mental and emotional and maybe physical aberrations of an animal you swore to look after and love for all his days to your list of distractions from writing. Mostly he’s been urinating on the wife’s things, seems he’s pissed off at me now too. I am also hearing about the chores and programming/design tweaks I need to make at Pan Historia… it never ends. And just when I have the list all organized, and all the things I have to do on it, I’ll head to work for nine hours, because that’s how I pay the bills.
Tune in next week to find out more about how my iPhone helps me to conquer the madness of modern life, and enables me to write a novel in the middle of it. Or not. You choose how you distract yourself from your own writing.
Perhaps you might join a revolution?