The Writing Thing

Apparently, there's going to be a period of readjustment while I get my shit back together after the involuntary writing layoff, because so far it has been difficult for me to concentrate on writing while sitting at this computer. It isn't so much a distraction thing, because I can be easily distracted at Borders or on a laptop just as easily. It feels more like ... how can I put this ... like it just doesn't feel right. Putting that down sounds really strange to me, because in the past I have written at a crowded mall, in the middle of a hospital cafeteria, on the living room floor of one of Jude's friends in Hartland, in a crowded bus terminal, on an airplane, on an Amtrak train, at a very busy diner, at McDonald's, inside a movie theater before the show, and probably several other places that don't spring immediately to mind. The point there being: I used to be able to write anywhere and everywhere, at any time, at a moment's notice ... I would just do it.

And it seems to me, at least a little bit, as though I've lost some of that ability. Granted, I usually do best when I'm somewhere stable, where I'm comfortable, where I'm used to, but I used to be able to readjust fairly quickly. It's fair to say I'm a little distressed about this. Here I am in the middle of a three-day weekend. The ONLY thing I wanted to do this weekend is jump back into the writing with all guns blazing, especially after the excruciating laptop problem, and so far it just hasn't gone down like that.

It makes me feel sad.