So those of you who follow my random rants and rambles on Twitter know that Hurricane Sandy hit Connecticut pretty hard. We were without electricity from Monday afternoon until Friday night - and strangely enough, it happened one year to the day after the Freak October Snow Storm of 2011 that also left us without power for days, which I blogged about here.
Being holed up at my in-laws house for three days left me with a lot of time on my hands, or at least more than I'm used to. And you know what?
I was less productive writing-wise than I would've been if I'd had to lie, cheat, and steal for time like I normally do.
I'd like to blame it on being cold and tired and out of sorts, all of which were factors, but the truth is...
It seriously freaked me out to have time to write.
Some people work better under pressure, and apparently I'm one of them. My words only want to cooperate when they're forbidden fruit, being covertly clicked out between phone calls and purchase orders and cooking meals and scrubbing toilets. Which begs the question - What the hell is wrong with them?
Is it just me, peeps? Or do any of you find that the moments you *can* write are the moments you'd rather do anything but?
On a more serious note, I'm well aware that four days in the dark is nothing compared to what some people faced after the storm. Many homes were destroyed, flooded, or vandalized. Here are some photos taken around my town - my heart goes out to those who lost much more than electricity.
|This house is about two miles from mine. The worst damage I saw.|
|Tree in the power lines|
|Uprooted tree in front of my old house. I lived here during high school.|
|Mammoth branch that fell in our backyard - thankfully that was all.|