I'm still computerless, but still checking in from time to time. The surgery schedule's been rough lately, so I've had only scant, tantalizing moments to buzz through my email and blogs. I've skimmed most of your posts, but it seems I never have enough to time to come up with a witty comment. It's left me feeling like there's this great party going on, but I can't participate because my mom grounded me for not taking out the garbage. It's really strange. Without constant internet access, I'm filled with this perpetual, disconnected, depressing emptiness. I'm exaggerating, of course, but I still think I might have some new, undefined form of emotional disorder.
Modern technology has it's dark side, no?
Anyway. The dead quiet at my house in the mornings has given me loads of time to outline my next book. I'm technically done with it, but while I'm still without a word processor, I have nothing to do but think up addtional tweaks and twists. Like creatures made of cold fire that chase you around and try to crawl down your throat. And floating masks that allow you to monitor your various assassination attempts. And ways to make food and tools using every part of a giant insect.
So I'm getting by, I suppose.
Thanks for dropping by and commenting. I hope to return the favor soon.