rachel speaks
Monday, May 28, 2007
Like a kid in a candy store
Yesterday I was looking for something to write while I wait to hear from my editor on another proposal. I came across bits of stories I'd started in the past, then put aside for one reason or another. I read the chapters, the synopses, the notes . . . and I couldn't decide. Oh, that's a great one . . . but there's a problem with the plot, and I don't really want to do major plot revisions. Wow, I love that hero . . . but the heroine needs work, and I don't really want to do major character revisions. Hey, this one's pretty cool . . . but talk about suspension of disbelief!
In the end, after hours of reading, thinking, considering, arguing, I decided I'd rather play Mah Jong Tiles.
Computer games are my addiction. Solitaire in all its infinite varieties, Mah Jong, Cubis, Tetris, crossword puzzles -- even Hearts if I'm desperate. (First time I ever played Hearts, I won damn near every hand. I was pretty pleased. Beginner's luck, and all that. Then the freakin' computer tells me I'm in LAST place??? No one said the point was to not win any hands.) (Okay, so the instructions did say it. But who reads instructions first???)
I can play games when I'm supposed to be working. Reading. Watching TV. Making phone calls. Sleeping. I play until my wrist and fingers get sore from working the mouse, and then I play more until my eyes start to cross and get watery and gritty. I'd be playing right now if I wasn't blogging. Even though I need to work in the yard. And do some writing. (Oh, yeah, I couldn't decide which project to work on yesterday. What makes me think today will be any different?)
Computer games are a plague from Satan, sent to distract me from real life. I really should remove them all from the computer, and set a strict never-to-be-broken rule that I can't Google them.
I actually thought about having Robert remove them all. But I have a stack of puzzle books sitting on the shelf, and the Boggle game in on top of them. Did I mention I love Boggle?



