Writing on my 34 inch monitor is not working very well for me today. That just might be an understatement. It is not working at all. Maybe getting back to basics and writing using my ASUS Flip C101P Chromebook will fix things. Perhaps having a screen that large is just making it hard to focus on the written word. This screen is about 10.1 inches with a resolution of only 1280×800. So far it seems to be working. Writing is happening. It is happening in a slow and somewhat stunted way, but it is starting to happen with a greater degree of depth and frequency. At some point during the course of this 30 minute writing session or typing on this keyboard my plan is to stop thinking and just open my mind the world being created. That pretty much means that today is going to veer off in the direction of a short story. Writing a whole novel (autocorrect had level instead of novel; that made me chuckle) seems so far away from where my thoughts are today, but maybe just maybe waxing philosophical about the snowflakes falling outside will inspire some type of short story. It will inspire some type of prose that could string together something into something interesting.
My fountain pen was at the ready. Now the keyboard has become my writing tool of choice. Outside my window it went from a bit of morning rain to dropping some very large snowflakes today. We shoveled the driveway twice today. The snowflakes are still falling and might continue doing that until late tonight. My thoughts for the briefest moment drifted to the idea of writing a novel about the concept or more boldly put bewildering process of being grown-up. It happens, but it is one of those things that make shows up without any fanfare and never really drifts away. It only brings more and more rules with it to form up a foundation of acceptable things. Distorted by my vision of the way things were being grown-up remains something that generally is hard to do. That just might be the central thesis of the rest of the words that would be written in this novel. As a premise it is not the worst way to start writing about things. Some things keep changing and a lot of things just sort of remain the same day after day.