The buzz phrase for today’s post is “Should have brought the NetBook.” Everybody got that? I feel right now like I should have. I think I will firmly blame Devan and love him for it. Why do I want my NetBook? No surprise, I desperately want to start writing Where The Ether Flows. I mean seriously, need to start writing. I don’t think there’s any way I’ll be able to wait until June to start. Heck, I can see me starting as soon as I get home from the airport.
It’s such a problem that I’m having some difficulty going through and editing The Nine right now. I’m only able to do mark up on the PDF at this point, given the lack of ability to edit a Word document unless I steal my parents’ MacBook Pro, which they might resent. I mean, I’m getting through it (already on chapter nine in fact), but behind every line I read, every note I make, I have this burning, whispering voice that begs to be written, and I’m sure it’s Devan. He’s doing his best to be louder than Tavis, and I think he’s on the verge of succeeding.
Yes, I know that I said I’d get killed if I brought the NetBook, and I still think I would have been. Which to me means I might end my vacation dead anyway, as I’m sure I can find some way to write while I’m here. I know I need to review the outline before I’m ready to go, but I figured out my missing piece and I’m totally ready mentally to just dive in. I’m sure that none of you are remotely surprised, as I always seem to operate on an accelerated schedule, even from the fast pace I plan for. Definitely blaming Devan for this one, all the way, and I’ll thank him for it later.
I’m probably going to try to finish editing The Nine before I give in, but that may only take me another few days at the rate I’ve been going. Then it’s back to either trying to restrain myself or risking my life. Oh well, what’s life without risk, right?
Really wishing I had my photo collection to throw one up now, but you know what they say about wishing. Oh well. I’ll have to post a few when I get back 🙂