Terrible news, my dear readers! And no I’m not talking about the fact that 52% of my fellow countrymen decided to commit economic suicide last Friday, nor the fact that the Pied Piper, Boris Johnson, has led all the rats and innocent children out of the EU only to then never be seen again…*
No. I’m afraid it’s far worse than that, at least from an aspiring writer’s perspective. My adorable black and white ball of fluff, Baron Edgar A. Von Purrtrap, has chewed through my MacBook charger(!!!) the day before my writing partner K.F. Goodacre and I head off to Camp NaNoWriMo for 31 days of dedicated creativity. My computer is refusing to charge, and I will now be forced to fork out a maximum of £65 for a replacement.
Bad Edgar. Bad.
Fortunately, I’m a bit of an old-school writer who makes more progress with a pen and paper than on a word processor. That being said, typing up what I’ve written at the end of the day is a big thing for me, plus I am now cut off from my Scrivener project that holds a lot of my research and inspiration. If anything it’ll be interesting to see what sort of things I produce without this particular crutch, and I suppose it’ll be a lot harder to get distracted by the Internet.
There’s a fine line between distraction and concentration, and the chances are that your cat is sitting on it.
* In a rare expression of political affiliation on this blog, I wish to state for the record that I was completely and utterly heartbroken by Britain’s EU Referendum result (announced Friday 24 June), that I voted REMAIN, and that I totally and utterly condemn the Leave Campaign’s lies, underhand tactics and racist rhetoric. I actually cried when I heard the result. Like a baby. I still love you, fellow Europeans ♥