As my may or may not know, I write profusely. It's a habit that I use to curve my so-called Dissociative identity disorder, which I apperently have without my knowing...I really don't know how that works... Typically, I will write at school, where I am most of the time nowadays. But when I'm home, I spend most of my time on the computer, which i will attatch a picture of when the thing loads. I can do things on the computer and work there; if I need a translation, I have a link to go to there. If I want to listen to music, it's there. I can upload pictures and photos to send to people I've never met. But the main thing I do is write my novel, although it's no good if I have writer's block...which keeps popping up this afternoon.
Anyway, almost all of my novels have been writen in the basement. This is not a dindgy, concrete-floored, wooden-walled, no windowed, bare-except-for-crap sort of basement. It has carpet, blue pain on the wall and a blue Coke Cola signal band across it, and there's almost not enough room for the crap that sits around here. There is also a desk with a computer on it, as seen below.
I write on tablets, notebooks, scraps of paper, and the computer, but mostly a computer. There are two and a half dozen documents from school on my flash drive, which is basically just a memory chip in a cool black shell that holds onto the shit that are too big for your computer. Rare it is, for me to use a memory chip, becuase they are easily stole and easily lost (I've lost two already). I might write more abour these later...maybe not...
