I find it odd that I’m beginning to feel rather loose and free lately, almost as if some type of burden has been lifted. I’m not posting from my computer, it’s still not computing; I now have to wait my turn on the family computer. When I went back to college in 2002, I ordered a desktop PC for my personal use, both as a student and a writer. It’s upstairs, in a spare room I use for an office, the muse lives there also (although I’m beckoning her downstairs as I write this; she’s a bit reluctant).
I’ve always had complete freedom with my computer, and rarely is anyone else using it. But might this freedom, also be a kind of dependence? I’ll have to use outside resources to write my article for next week’s column while my computer is being repaired. No, I’ll probably not revert back to pen and paper, but for the guts of it, I’ll have to “go outside.” Imagine that, a garden writer writing from the garden instead of from the computer. I think it’ll be interesting to see what the muse has to say.