Some Work Done

When my fella got home today I grabbed my netbook and flew out the door, headed for my parking lot of choice to write in. I went into a coffee shop, bought a cup of coffee, settled into the passenger seat with netbook, hit the 'on' button, and watched as absolutely nothing happened.

Turns out that battery had run down, the battery I paid an extra sixty bucks on that machine for because it supposedly has a 10 hour life *cough* *horseshit* *cough*.

Of course it was my own fault for not recharging it after using it several times on battery alone. How many hours did I use it on battery alone? I don't know. Could be anywhere from three to eight, I'm guess. Or....maybe...um, ten. But probably not.

Sooooooo, I rushed home, ran back in, plugged the sucker in, grabbed the full sized laptop, and headed back to my parking lot of choice. Where I wrote 3 pages.

Not so bad. It would've been more if I hadn't been feeling the time crunch pressure of having to do some shopping before going home, and not wanting my beloved's head to explode watching the two boys on his own. Could get a little hectic, to say the least. Next time I'll do the shopping ahead of time, with the little bug, so as to squeeze all the writing time I can out of my parking lot writing session.

Tis the season, because it's too damned cold in the winter and I don't like to keep the heat running in the truck, and my winter coat feels too tight and constricting and my gloves make it hard to hit the damned keys. And my fingers get too cold without gloves.

Anyway, I digress.

Why do parking lots appeal to my writer self? I'm not really sure. Maybe it's the anonymity of it all. I can sit and pound away at the keys, feeling safe in the enclosed, cacoon-like atmosphere of my truck, while people bustle around me but don't really see me. Other than that, I don't really know. But I dig it and I'm usually able to get a few pages if not more out of the session.

I have two areas I like to write in. One in particular that I feel most comfortable in. Of course, I'm paranoid, even though I'm certain there are cameras overlooking most parking lots these days, that somebody will try to get in my truck and cause me bodily harm or, worse, *gasp* steal my laptop.

I'd be insulted enough by the perpetrator attempting to cause me bodily harm, but let me tell you, if he or she were trying to steal my laptop, they would most certainly be lucky to limp away from my truck with several gouges, gaping, and bloody chunks where hair used to be, and a mild concussion.

They'd have to pry said laptop from my cold, dead hands, after which time I'd have pummeled the hell out of them and taken the boots to them, and screamed many bad words at them.

So you can see that the chances of prying the laptop from my cold, dead hands are pretty slim.

So, three pages is three pages, and I'll try to get more this week. I'm off to bed with a book.