A writer’s reality is much different than that of so-called normal people. (If you think writers are normal, either you don’t know any, or you need to get back on your meds.)
When you see me staring into space, this is where I really am.
When I type, I think I look like this.
But, this is how most other people, including my publisher, see me.
This is what people seem to think my office looks like.
What my office really looks like.
Pencils, pencil sharpener, note cards, note pad, phone charger, etc.
Why is it that nothing looks like it does on TV? I not only have too much shit junk and crap, it seems like everything has at least two cords hanging out of the back.
And then, taking up one corner of my desk, there’s my ancient iMac I used to use for voiceover. –Long story…. Never Again!
Meanwhile back at the ranch, as usual, I’m doing several projects at once, but it doesn’t show until you watch me a while.
I’m redesigning a couple of web pages while trying not to mess with the SEO. (I’ve already been paid, so I have to do it.)
I’m re-re-writing a short story trying to finish somewhere near 6,000 words, while keeping my publisher happy.
Fortunately, writing this blog constitutes a break, because nobody cares if it get’s published or not. But it’s still taken over an hour out of my day.
Deep breath, step back, hit the go button, and move on to important stuff.