I have been a bad, bad writer. I allowed myself to get sucked into the Minesweeper vortex, first by saying, “just one game” before I start, and then by saying, “well, that one didn’t count.”
You can see where this is going.
So I uninstalled the damn thing. I have a lot of projects I want to start, and an addiction to clearing mines from a little screen was not going to help. So I got rid of Minesweeper, all the solitaires, cleaned up both my computer desktop and my actual real-life desktop, and now I’m ready to begin.
Housekeeping has always been a mental first step between projects anyway. Usually when I finish a short story I clean off my desk, putting all the music back and either recycling all the paper used for drafts or critique comments from my group or turning it over to be reused. I usually have to listen to new music anyway when I start a project, although I have a few stand-bys that help get me going. (It’s amazing what George Thorogood can do to jump-start my writing. Once “Rocking the Night Away” hits, it’s like, “away we go!)
Anyway, I’m convinced that the creator of Minesweeper and computer solitaire was a failed writer who had it in for the rest of us.