I have joined Rachael Harrie’s Third Writers’ Platform-Building Campaign. Woohoo, I think. I’m going to gain some insight into this whole blogging deal, learn the ropes, meet some great writers who write what I do (and maybe some who don’t). Then a freakish storm whips through, and I’m left with no power. Now, I’m lucky and I know it. I’m not anywhere near the path of Irene. There’s no flooding, no mud, no destruction. A heavy downpour with lots of wind, and I’m left with a sunny day, an intact house, a safe family.
And no power.
That’s okay, I think. I’ll just pop online using my cell phone and…wait, I ran the battery down on my phone last night and didn’t charge it. But that’s okay because I can finally get to work on those chapter edits. Wait, I ran my laptop battery down last night and didn’t charge that either. That’s okay, today I will have a cool drink of water on my porch and relax. No, wait, my pump doesn’t work and I don’t have any water.
Now, this isn’t meant to be a woe-is-me type of blog. Nor is it meant to be a comment on how inept I am in taking care of my electronics. What it is meant to do is remind us of how quickly we can all be disconnected.
That’s a scary thought.
Well wishes to all those touched by Irene.