Today seemed to progress about just nice. I was all ready to give another memory of this place, with the rain and all that.
But lo and behold, the day has a bump of excitement, with a rush of sudden things to think through. I would say, the scene that I’m currently working from has seen many of these sudden changes, and decision making on last minute reactionary measures.
In any case, my place in this room, in this house, has changed multiple times. I’ve had a work space in my bedroom, in another corner of the study, and finally, after three years, I’ve gotten myself where the picture above shows.
It’s a set up with two computers running actually. The other screen links to my really old MacBook Pro, that’s standing behind my iMac. It’s got a Realforce fullsized attached to it, and it’s happy, because there’s also a mouse, and other needed things stuck to it. I really wanted to have a text only computer running separately to write story ideas down immediately. However, that plan has not been working well. Mostly because there’s too many things on my desk and pulling out another keyboard just to type requires some movements, some shifting around.
Anyway, this workspace, as with any workspace, has the memories of the times attached to it. If there’s one key memory of this place, is me yelling at my screen, which faces the window outside. Yelling because I talk Really Loudly when I’m on zoom, or when I did my Twitch Streams. I get enthusiastic, and I can’t hear myself very well. The whole COVID work period was formed with myself in this one corner.
It’s a nice memory, no history attached to it, but just me and my COVID Work From Home situations.
Back to solving the problem on hand now… See ya.