This blog is mostly going to be my little place to talk about the novel I am writing. Which is why I stole a quote from one of my favorite tv shows, as this novel I am writing, I plan to finish, and at times.. it feels like an impossible thing. Also this is to journal my move to the UK, and starting my own business as an Indie Yarn Dyer

Productive day

Yesterday I made a decision.

I was sick and tired of not having a writing space.

Laptop on the couch was just not cutting it. Specially since I cannot write with my mother doing her thing around the house. This is not her fault. I do not blame her at all. I certainly am not the only writer who needs a quiet space where they can shut the door and be away from the world and enter into their own world.

I had avoided having a computer in my room… well for the entire time that I have lived in this house. Over three years now?

Why? Well… possibly having had my computer less than 2 feet away from me at all times in my previous bedroom, and by that statement I don’t mean I’d move it around, I mean that the room was just that small and crowded. Also the fact that I suffer from insomnia and having a computer in your bedroom is one of the factors that doesn’t help. Also I know I’d end up getting up when my insomnia hit and turn on the computer. All of that are just some of the factors.

Now that it doesn’t matter if I have insomnia or not (which, I haven’t had a bout in a long while), I’ve decided the only way I’d get some writing space and not have to have it on my bed would be to setup a desk in my bedroom and put my mom’s antiquated and slow laptop (which isn’t a laptop even more so than the one I am typing on now. Mum’s laptop has a display that is dying. So it really needs to be hooked up to a monitor (which I have all the tools for) at all times, or it’s not usable. Don’t even get me started on the battery or lack there of. Which this laptop also shares that little joy.).
So I spent the mid morning/day creating a tornado in the upstairs.

Had to move a small chest of drawers, small bookshelf (as opposed to the large bookshelf that also needs to be moved but I’ve decided to do it at another time), even smaller bookshelf, and a piano. Not to mention all the crap on the floor in front of all those objects.

Then, had to move a futon mattress out of my way as Mum and I haven’t put it in it’s proper place. Lets just say it was in my way most of the time. This went INTO my bedroom basically where all the crap I just moved came from. You will see the logic soon.

Then, had to uncover Mum’s sewing desk. (We had discussed this prior to me doing it)
You’d think this would be easy. Not at all. Did I mention there was a shelf on top of the desk? And lots of sharp pointy things.

Now one thing I forgot to mention, was that the upstairs loft was in complete disarray to begin with, so really I had no place to put all this stuff.

Had to next take apart the sewing desk so that I could get it into my room. Thought that moving the desk into my room would be simple. Not so much, as of course it was too big to slide in the door.

I get the desk in the room. I slide the futon mattress out of the room back just in the walk way.

I put the desk back together.
I get the desk into place.

I have to now uncover my computer desk of all the sewing crap I had just buried it with.

Ah.. the dust. Considering I hadn’t worked on that computer upstairs in over 6 months (power source failed…. ) there was many inches of dust on the desk and everything on it.

I spent at least an hour cleaning everything.

Mind you, the can of compressed air had run out, as Hunny2Be had used it all up (or nearly all… I had one squirt of air left) when he took the hard drives out of the two desktops from the desk (remember the failed power source? he ripped out the hard drives so that he can recover all the info off them back home since I don’t have the tools for that.)

So I get most of the computer accessories cleaned and hooked up. I uncover a path to the stairs so that I can go find Mum’s laptop, and the docking station for it. Oh my god. Since the docking station had been sitting in one spot basically since Mum moved in (under a chair out of the way) I kid you not, there was a coating of dust so thick on it I had to take it outside and blow the top layer of dust off before I could even think about taking a rag to it to get the rest off.

Got everything plugged into it. Started having issues. Mouse didn’t want to work, neither did the keyboard.

Even outside the docking station the mouse didn’t want to work, but the keyboard did. So it took me a long while to find another random mouse in the house. I swear it wasn’t even the one I was looking for. How many mice do we have in this house!?!
Either way, it worked.

At this point in the saga, the laptop is hooked up to the monitor, the keyboard, and the mouse. But not any of this is running through the docking station. I feel rather cruddy and gross so I call it quits for the day. Hop in the shower.

The upstairs is still an absolute mess, but right now I don’t care.

Tomorrow I’ll see if I can get the laptop connected to the internet. (I’m not kidding when I say this laptop is old. Do you remember those giant red NIC ports that you had to plug into the computer? Yeah… it’s got one of those. Not to mention if my router is locked for direct connection as well then I’m screwed, as the key for my router is in the hard drive that Hunny2Be had to take with him to recover. I can’t remember what setting I had my router on. We shall see.) If I can’t get it connected to the internet, it’s no big deal as the plan is just to use it for writing. But it’ll be a bit of a pain as occasionally I do have to go research something. I’ll survive though.

Tomorrow Mum and I might tackle the sewing area. Though if it doesn’t happen before she leaves for the next bout of House sitting, it’s no biggie. I’ve got a path from the door to the stairs, and I have access to Pan’s food. Also we don’t have any houseguests coming to town, so honestly the only person who would be hassled by it would be me, and right now I really don’t care. I’ll just be happy to have a writing space.

Mum has cheesecake baking in the oven. Tonight is just gonna be leftovers. Remington Steele season 2 is on the telly.

I am frankly exhausted. So I’m done for the day.

Still had my headcold all day, and the dust hasn’t helped, so unfortunately didn’t get to go to Jes’s party today. I wouldn’t be very sociable right now though with how tired I am…

More knitting updates soon!


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