... or do they?
For this writer, I've found I don't do much of anything when I'm sick. I focus on being able to breathe, on getting better. I do know that I obsess about not being able to write, especially when I'm sick. Too much soppy, heavy fatigue to battle through, too much blowing of the nose, coughing so hard my ribs hurt. And I don't write.
But I think about not writing.
Does that count?
I did play on Fal's blog yesterday (or was it Sunday? Boy, time so does not fly when you're sick, but everything manages to meld together anyway), inserting a line into a free form poem he started. But I don't really count that as true writing. I also started the June newsletter for my local chapter but, again, not the kind of writing I'd like to be doing.
Of course, with my sister here, I wouldn't have done that much. We'd have been out and about seeing things, doing things. Not all sitting inside watching TV. (Of course, if other members of my family who live here and shall remain nameless didn't feel so inconvenienced to have to drive a whole 40 minutes to get to my place from their house, my sister and her friend could have done something today. But that's all I'm gonna say on the subject.)
Today, no matter how I feel, we're going out. We're going to take a tram ride up Sabino Canyon in the morning, then drive up Mt. Lemmon in the afternoon. Probably grab a bite to eat at the Iron Door restaurant at Ski Valley. (Not sure why it's called a valley when it's at the top of the mountain... I guess because the slopes come down into a valley? Not being a skier, I have no idea.)
One of the environmental features I like the most is the change of scenery as you change elevations. At the desert floor and up to about 2,000 feet, you'll see lots and lots of saguaro (most often pronounced "sa-hwaur-oh", but it's acceptable to pronounce the 'g', as in "sa-gwaur-oh"). The only place in the world these cacti grow is here in the Sonoran Desert.
Then the saguaro drops away and it gets a little scruffier, then soon you're into evergreens and it looks like any other mountain you'd see in the world. Except its just over 9,000 feet above sea level, and it rises from a desert.
Needless to say, we'll be taking plenty of pictures, which I hope to start sharing by mid-week. (It's my sister's camera. I don't have a digital camera. Yet. I know, I know. I'm technologically deficient. I don't have an iPod, I don't have a plasma TV, I don't have a lot of stuff. But I have my laptop with wireless Internet, so I'm happy.) *G*
But, back to the subject. For you writers out there, do you think about writing all the time? Or think about not writing? Or do you actually have "off" moments when you're not obsessing?
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
... or do they?