Sounds kind of odd, doesn't it? A grown man jealous of a laptop. Then again, maybe it doesn't sound so odd. One of my CPs finally received the Quickpad (she's named it "Quickie") she recently purchased, and I see jealousy on the horizon for her husband, too.
Of course, it's not true jealousy. At least, not outwardly. And neither of our husbands will probably ever speak of it with any degree of seriousness. But it exists. I know it.
My husband has already commented that he's surprised he hasn't come to bed and found Rocky on the nightstand, staring at him. My CP's husband laughed out loud when he went to bed and found her already there with Quickie in her lap.
And then there are the comments. I've already heard that I'm attached to Rocky, that I take him everywhere, that I'm saying way to often he's in my lap. Well, duh! Rocky is a tool that is making my life easier. OK, that sounded kind of bad. But you know what I mean.
And he has made my life easier. I've certainly managed to do more writing with him. Yesterday, I took him along to my daughter's Tae Kwon Do class, and during the 45 minute class I wrote six pages on my current WIP! Two days before that, I put my headphones on (blocking all outside distraction) turned on some Danny Vaughn, and banged out just over ten pages. See? Convenience. That's what I needed.
Now, this certainly doesn't mean that I'll ever be as prolific as Nora Roberts, or even Sherrilyn Kenyon, but I'm hoping it means that future stories are written more quickly than my first.
Then again, my first was, as I like to call it, my "learning vehicle". It's the book I learned so much about the craft of writing with. And with that in mind, the time it took to finish it doesn't seem as bad -- especially when you consider the number of times I had to go back and re-write in order to correct novice mistakes.
But I'm wandering off-track, as usual.
Jealousy. I think my husband is partially kidding with his comments. Partially, because he's also proud and happy that he bought me something that I'm getting so much use out of. Something that I've wanted for so long. Something that makes me happy.
And that's what really counts, right?
Oh, and, by the way -- he can't be too jealous. As I type, he's in the other room with Rocky, getting me hooked up to the wireless internet.