t_h_seacrest
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I didn't realize how much the computer mouse had become almost a part of my hand. Until today.
I'm one of those guys with a group of interests that are often vying for my attentionn. Writing fiction & poetry is one of the biggies. However I find I am easily distracted, often being pulled out of the writing before barely getting in it.
So I have one of those portable sheds I use for my man cave/creative pursuits, and this summer I'd dedicated it to music. Don't get the wrong idea, I'm not very good, will never be mistaken for anything close to virtuosity, but it's just something I enjoy doing. A lot.
Well I decided that for this space I will devote the month to using it as my writing office. So I brought the laptop down here, but then realized I left the mouse in the house (the wacom tablet too by the way). Obvious first thought: do I want to trudge back to the house just for the mouse? Right now? Nah, didn't feel like it. Was then quickly reminded how much of a pain it can be to navigate with that little laptop pad. Yeah it's doable, but a pain.
Little else to do but.... ah yes, work on the story. Write. Write a couple paragraphs. Let them be bad. Let the story be bad. Just write the damn thing.
Reflexes reach for the mouse for a quick click to youtube or lit: oops, no mouse and too much of a pain to use the laptop pad. Back to the story. A lot of sitting and staring but somehow end up with a maybe half a k. Repeat a few times, and now it's close to 2k in one afternoon. Not great words by any means, but words nonetheless.
The computer mouse: what a sly little culprit for these last several years (and the wacom). So stealthily, unconsciously become all but extension(s).
I'm one of those guys with a group of interests that are often vying for my attentionn. Writing fiction & poetry is one of the biggies. However I find I am easily distracted, often being pulled out of the writing before barely getting in it.
So I have one of those portable sheds I use for my man cave/creative pursuits, and this summer I'd dedicated it to music. Don't get the wrong idea, I'm not very good, will never be mistaken for anything close to virtuosity, but it's just something I enjoy doing. A lot.
Well I decided that for this space I will devote the month to using it as my writing office. So I brought the laptop down here, but then realized I left the mouse in the house (the wacom tablet too by the way). Obvious first thought: do I want to trudge back to the house just for the mouse? Right now? Nah, didn't feel like it. Was then quickly reminded how much of a pain it can be to navigate with that little laptop pad. Yeah it's doable, but a pain.
Little else to do but.... ah yes, work on the story. Write. Write a couple paragraphs. Let them be bad. Let the story be bad. Just write the damn thing.
Reflexes reach for the mouse for a quick click to youtube or lit: oops, no mouse and too much of a pain to use the laptop pad. Back to the story. A lot of sitting and staring but somehow end up with a maybe half a k. Repeat a few times, and now it's close to 2k in one afternoon. Not great words by any means, but words nonetheless.
The computer mouse: what a sly little culprit for these last several years (and the wacom). So stealthily, unconsciously become all but extension(s).