I’m having a terrible time adjusting to life without my laptop. At first I was wryly chastising myself for becoming so dependent on electronics, but it’s more than that.
My first laptop was a Toshiba Satellite — the first or maybe second model they came out with. I don’t remember the year exactly but I think it was around 1989-1991. I’ve had a couple of other Toshibas, a couple of IBM ThinkPads, and most recently the MacBook, but I haven’t been without a laptop since then.
Which means that for more than 20 years, my writing habits and patterns have depended on a portable, easy-to-type-on device that was available more or less anywhere. I could go to breakfast and get my word count in. I could go out to my car over my lunch hour and type in edits. I could work on vacation, in between innings of baseball games, you name it.
Can’t do that now.
Yeah, I’ve still got a good desktop system, and a lot of pens and paper. I refilled my best fountain pens and I’m prepared to do most of National Novel Writing Month by hand, with bouts of typing. I used to write that way and it’s not really a problem.
But damn it’s hard getting used to new habits.