I'm in bed, it's 6.28AM and I'm only half awake. I’m doing some deep breathing, slowly feeding oxygen to my brain. Ideas are starting to bubble.
Yesterday, I would have had to get out of bed, put the light on, and grab a pen and paper to scribble semi-legible spider words. Or wait the five minutes plus it takes my hairballed laptop to come up. Meanwhile, I would have gone to the bathroom and started to wake up, thinking of other things I would feel my ideas disappear like a stream of pee down the toilet bowl.
Today, for the first time, I grabbed my android pad off the bedside table and in less than thirty seconds I was bathed in the screens glow, typing these words on my touch keyboard.
I plan to be writing with it in post office and grocery store lines, while my kids practice breaking limbs on the playground, while the mechanic changes my oil and works on his list of other stuff that needs repairing, and dare I say it, on the loo, where a lot of us read anyway. God knows, thanks to a noise-canceling exhaust fan, it's one of the few places I get any respite from the constant demands of my six and seven-year-old kids. I'm writing this now while the little devilangels are still asleep.
There are writers who espouse the necessity of locking themselves away from all distraction to write, and good luck to them. I like to do the same thing when I'm playing at writing the great English/American novel. Ah, “The Novel” that even if it is ever finished will either disappear into the blizzard of the Internet, or sit, an anachronistic brick of paper on some dusty used bookstore shelf, to be passed over by succeeding generations, who think they remember something about books and novels from a History Implant, but are hard pressed to imagine what it would be like lug around a single-use, one-way interface made of pulped, dead trees and chemicals. Something that required protracted periods of staring at static words, sometimes over a period of weeks!
I, on the other hand, cherish the relationships I have with my favorite books, love my fountain pen and moleskin cover journal, adore my windup, made-in-Scotland pocket watch, am lucky enough to own two superb, luthier-made acoustic guitars, and if I could read by candelight without going blind or burning the house down, I probably would.
BUT I also love my solar-powered reading light from the San Jose Tech Museum, adore my electric guitars, recording studio and amps (I have a 4 track studio about the size of a pack of cigarettes), and I love my android tablet and the additional functionality it gives to my writing.
You see, I'm one of those lucky old buggers with one foot in two different worlds, enjoying the benefits of both.
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