This has certainly been an interesting week for me at work. Were I a Cockatoo, my head plumage would be standing on end! Unfortunately, I cannot divulge what has me in such a tissy. After all, if I did, remember that old 007 line, “If I told you. . . . . .” fill in the blank.
In the past I had written volumes under duress. While caring for my Mom during her final years. This was no easy feat even though she was in a nursing home. Also while I was dealing with my own personal demons, and the victory when I slew the “dragon(s)” one by one. Oh and I almost forgot, dealing with a crazy job which drove me. . . . . uhm. . . . crazy. . . . *cough*.
Now, I’m once again visited by turmoil and strife. Instead of writing, editing, reviewing, and tons of other things I should be doing, I’m hunkered down just watching and waiting. For the first time in three years I haven’t carried “Mini-Me”, my NetBook, to work (I carried three notebooks instead). Why? I feel the need to travel light . . . . . .
It feels strange because Mini-Me is my digital Gal Friday and is part of me. Apparently, for this particular part of my life, I will have to adjust to not having her with me for a bit. I’ll just have to do things The Old School Way ( with pen and paper) until I get the all clear.
Lesson? Adjustment is a big part of writing under duress.