After being disconnected not only from the Internet but from even the basic telephone for the last ten days, you’d think I’d be all over it today. Instead I’m feeling a little disconnected…and I kinda like it. I haven’t even begun to approach the email pile-up, nor have I done more than a cursory skimming of my Google Reader feeds.
I wrote a lot while I was gone—action/adventure romance—but it was all handwritten so now I face the daunting task of typing it all in. Being isolated to the point where the only part of “being a writer” you can do is the actual writing is VERY productive, btw.
I haven’t downloaded the pictures yet—and I’m not even thinking about laundry—but my first priority is the grocery store. After ten days away, there’s very little of an edible nature in my house.
Actually my first priority it to make my sunburn stop screaming. THEN food.
Hey, you know what hurts worse than a mosquito biting sunburned skin?
Slapping the mosquito…and the sunburned skin.