|Lynn at the zoo|
I’ve also been mostly absent from the internet. I’ve done a couple of coffee shop hours and checked in on my iPhone to make sure I’m not missing anything important, but for the most part it’s been a week of electronic disconnect. I’m writing this on Friday—still disconnected—and by the time you read it, Duane and I will be driving up I-65 toward home.
I’m looking forward to home—I always do. I’m anxious to see spring come in its slow and unsteady Hoosier way, to get back to the gym that’s doing its part to make me feel good, to see the cats.
I’m also anxious to get back to writing. Although I’ve written most mornings I’ve been gone,
it’s different when I’m away. Not just physically away, but cyber-away,
too. It’s more difficult to check in with people I talk to most every day—hi,
Wranglers!—and to look things up instantly. I changed a couple of words I
wasn’t that sure of using because the dictionary is on-line and my
paper-and-ink one is at home.
|Me at zoo|
I thought it would take me back to notebook days, when the ink and the ideas flowed comparatively easily onto the yellow paper with its blue lines. I would be able to finish my almost-done WIP without the usual self-imposed interruptions. I’d have it sent to the editor before we even reached the highway on our way home.
But it’s not done yet, and probably won’t be before next week sometime, and I’ve learned that I’m a textbook case of electronic “you can’t go home again,” because I’m not all that creative when I’m disconnected. The lined yellow paper would be good only for notes these days, because my productivity seems to be inexorably coupled with my cyber-socialness. I may not ask “what do you think?” of my friends all that often, but if I’m not able to, I want to constantly.
By tomorrow—if all goes according to plan (never a sure thing)—I’ll be back at my desk. I’ll miss the family we’ve visited, miss the daily “we need to go to...” start to conversations that will have Lynn and me back in her car and on the road to whatever retail siren has called out to us. But it will be good to be home—both on-line and off.