My old secondary laptop (old as in 2009 old) died without warning. My wife let me get a replacement, but I have yet to set it up.
When I had the old laptop, I had a relatively clean coffee table on which I worked. I had my main writing computer in front of me and my secondary to my left. I’d have my chapter up on my main system and my saved critiques (in PDF format) up on the secondary system. No need for split screen or any such inconveniences.
Then my old secondary died. All my critiques were on Google Drive, so I lost no data, but I was stymied as far as writing went for a while. The computer death happened right after I’d gone through a beta reading/critiquing cycle on Scribophile, so I was on a cycle of being unaffiliated with any of The Ubergroup teams. As a result, I was in no hurry to find a new secondary system. I took my time, made tons of comparisons, and finally settled on something that wasn’t too powerful but wasn’t behind the times. That took all of January.
Then I got sick. Sick as in multiple things hitting me at once. I had my right side back pain slam me to the ground. I had a tracheal cough that sounded like whooping cough. My previously clean writing area got cluttered with over a dozen bottles of pills. My wife made me wait until my health improved before I fired up the new computer and started writing again.
So I waited. And I waited. And I’ve been waiting.
Or have I?
Practically every writing manual you’ll ever read will tell you that you need to write every day. Thing is, though, what qualifies as writing?
When I stop and think about it, I have several outlets for writing. I have this blog. I have Facebook. I have Twitter. Most importantly, though, I have a forum where I’m chronicling two of my major life events: the medical problems I’m going through, and the introduction of a new cat. I write something on one of these outlets every day. Is it a copious amount of writing? Sometimes. Today’s blog entry is somewhat substantial, albeit not novel length. It is in the vicinity of a short story or essay, though. The important thing is I’m doing some kind of writing every day, just like the manuals and blogs and training books tell you to do.
I’m not really waiting to write. I’m just going about it a different way until I can get well again, and that’s the important part.