We can lie down and play dead when we face challenges, or we can fight back.
It’s a matter of choice.
The last few weeks have thrown me some curve balls. My computer crashed, but I got my data back. On April 2, I found out that my book wouldn’t be published on April 2, but on April 16. Then my son did something to my computer and it crashed again. That was more than a week ago.
Meantime, I’ve been using his computer. Yes, he has one, but you wouldn’t know it for the amount of time he spends staring at my monitor. His machine doesn’t have a live umbilical cord to the ’net. I can’t figure out why and I can’t be bothered to do anything about it.
Someone is in the process of selling me a laptop, which I should have got on Tuesday, but alas, not a whiff of it yet.
I’m not gonna lie to you, a tear or two did well in my eyes, mostly due to internet withdrawal symptoms. But you know what? I’ve written more than I would have if my personal computer was working.
I’ve been trying to tie up my current project for weeks, while running another one on the side. Frustration has been dogging me, since the story was not coming together as well as I’d like and frankly, I get anxious and then bored when I can’t figure out where to go next.
But, as always, there’s a magical moment when a hint of light cuts through the darkness brought on by a dearth of words. A brilliant idea emerges and I’m off again at a trot.
This time, I’ve been consistent because other than an overdose of Law and Order and NCIS, I have nothing to do but write.
Sure, I have books I can read, but the monotony of sitting in front of the monitor, surfing when I should be writing, has been broken. I’m still watching television, but now when I sit at my desk, the only other thing I can do is write.
Result? This standalone sequel to Contraband, which I had hoped to finish in February, will be nicely wrapped up in another two to three chapters. The low word count is something I’ll worry about when I get to editing, but for right now, I’m happy with what I’m achieving.
I had a relapse and did some moaning and whining this morning when I realized I wouldn’t have the computer back today, but I’ve learned—as we say in Jamaica—that every disappointment is for good. I wouldn’t be surprised if by Monday, I can concentrate on two other projects I have on the back burner.
Wish me luck and don’t let those challenges get the best of you!