I was going through my worldbuilding notes on my computer yesterday, changing this, editing that, fixing the little problems with cultures that clashed where my ideas changed from when I started to when I finished--my mind does that...I think it's normal...I hope it's normal. Finally, I finished it, and sat back to read over what I'd added. I thought, Wow, I'm pretty close to getting started on this book. That was when the realization hit me.
I don't have a printer.
I DON'T HAVE A PRINTER!!
I've always known this. Don't get my wrong, I'm not crazy. All I do is spend most of the day playing out stories of fictional characters in my head and listening to voices. Nothing crazy about that. Sometimes, I get in a broody mood because something in my fictional world isn't fitting right, and I don't talk much for a couple of days. That's perfectly normal.
But I got off subject. What I was saying was, I don't have a printer. When this realization hit me, I let out an aguished cry of fury so loud that Dumbo--locked away in that secret Disney vault--had to put corks in his flappy ears.
See, without a printer, I can't print off my notes. Without notes, I can't write my story. The same problem presents if I write my story on the computer. I can't print it off. Besides, I can't write at home. When I'm a home, my parents, my brother, and several thousand other distractions affect the way I write, my coherency, and my concentration. So I had to hand copy all of my notes--around 30 pages!!--into what was originally meant to be my idea book, which was cast aside the minute after I said, "Okay, this'll be my idea book."
The moral: Don't tempt fate. If you say something will be, absolutly, the nasty lady will figure out a way to make it not so.
Now, back to copying things down by hand.