The computer wouldn’t speak to me on Monday. I spent much of Tuesday chatting with the nice tech support people, and the rest of it making sure my last week’s notes for a new Regency fantasy were saved in several different places – computer, cloud, flash drive. Wednesday was taken up with other fun stuff, family and financial issues… lawyers and accountants and money managers, whee!
And today the computer is being weird again; it’s taken me an hour to persuade the computer and WordPress to let me post anything.
I am tempted to retire to a nice quiet room with a notebook and a fountain pen, where I can pretend the last 50 years haven’t happened. More likely, I’ll spend the afternoon talking to the tech support people again.
Anybody else feeling guilty about letting Real Life interfere with the really important stuff, i.e., writing? I’m telling myself that it can’t be helped, some weeks just are like that. But I do find it hard to accept.