I’m finding something out about me during our vacation. If I’m not comfortable, writing is difficult.
I hate sitting on the bed to work or read. I can’t do it. When I’m on a bed, I want to lie down, not sit up.
I’ve tried using the chair, but there’s no place for my mouse (and I’m apparently a mouse oriented person – I can’t use that stupid square box on my computer properly, it’s just too sensitive). And I, being the nice person that I am, give the desk to my husband. But then, he’s usually checking in on work, hoping there isn’t an emergency he has to fix.
The last vacation we took, we were in a timeshare and there was a kitchen & table. I had no problems in there. We could both sit at the table and use our laptops (yes, we had a kitchen, but who cooks during vacation? – oh wait – that would be our friend!).
Maybe I’m looking for excuses. It’s highly possible.
Regardless of my comfort, I am TRYING to get my 500 words done a day. If I weren’t stuck on my story, it probably wouldn’t matter. The words would flow. But I’m at a point where I have to think. And sitting uncomfortably and thinking don’t go along.
Maybe I’ll get lucky and the dam will break today. Then tonight I will write like a demon. I can only hope!