Diary of a writing-deprived writer
Eleven days since my last blog entry.
Who has time to write?
I’m preparing to attend the World Horror Convention., which people who aren’t in the horror community hear as the World Whore Convention. I mean, come on. It’s Salt Lake City. Not Las Vegas.
But with all the preparation and the fact that I have to hold down a regular job and create a web presence on MySpace and FaceBook and put together a web site specifically tailored for Breathers, I haven’t had time to even think about writing, let alone put pen to paper.
And yes, when I’m mobile, I still prefer to write longhand. I’m old school that way. Makes me feel more connected to the writing process. I obviously use a computer to do the significant portion of my writing, and I can’t exactly blog by hand, but I will continue to eschew laptops for as long as possible. Which, I realize, may not be that much longer.
Modern technology, in general, I tend to eschew. I have no TiVo. No HDTV. No Blue Ray. I don’t even have full cable. Just the basic limited, but I still get the Sci-Fi channel and TV Land, so I can watch Eureka and reruns of The X-Files and MASH.
I don’t have a PDA or a Blackberry or access to my e-mail via my cell phone. I don’t even own a microwave. But I do have an iPod shuffle, which I just realized I forgot to pack.
Okay. I’m off to Salt Lake City to network and schmooze and read my entry into the Gross Out Contest, which is about a zombie gigolo and his unemblamed clients. If you ask me, there’s nothing more romantic than two decaying zombies having maggot-infested sex.
Or maybe that’s just me.
