I've been quiet for a while because, almost three weeks ago now, my desktop crashed with a dramatic bellyflop, leaving me to the tender mercies of my old laptop, (mostly) affectionately know as the Frankenlaptop. It is called the Frankenlaptop for a number of reasons:
1. It is fused together from spare parts.
2. It has died multiple times and been reanimated.
3. It bears a deep and abiding hatred for its master.
4. It is capable of beating people up. (It is quite sturdy and heavy.)
I was working on line edits for Scylla and Charybdis (more to report there soon, I hope!), and I was genuinely surprised that my laptop played nicely enough with Track Changes for me to continue through the marks.
So for a while, my routine shifted. I've avoided intensive web-browsing, such as video watching, and I don't have the programs to do those nifty little graphics for BookQW (Book Quote Wednesday). I don't have any games installed on the laptop, either, which let me focus on writing ... and all right, binge-watching Orphan Black.
Did this change help with my writing? Did it grant some new insight? Nothing earth-shattering or obvious, but I've greatly enjoyed working on my current short story, "Pieces of Her," and my novel, Surgeburnt, feels as if it's flowing more smoothly ... for now. This book has been a multi-headed beast, which given its fantastic premise, is appropriate. But writing ebbs and flows, and there are difficult times and smooth times. Maybe this is simply one of those.