Last night I had managed to pull together all six episodes of my scripted series which i’ve been working on over the last month and emailed them to my colleague who was set to script edit them. I was slightly apprehensive as the final episode came to a measly nineteen pages whereas episodes one to five boasted between twenty five and thirty one. Still, I thought, it means I get to write a really gritty ending involving all of my characters (which I’m still working on). All in all it was a very productive evening and I had rewarded myself with a Waitrose chocolate pudding and cream. Those that know me know that a chocolate pudding with cream is the ultimate in rewards to myself (high on the ranks of any foodstuff) and so my productivity must have been fairly impressive.
This morning I awoke in a lovely double bed, alone with no traffic noise, no alarm and no pressing engagements. It was wonderful. I was prepared to leave my mothers house in the early afternoon and had the best intentions of getting on with some work (including this blog). I was feeling very smug that I’d finally got slightly ahead with my work. Then I turned my laptop on and opened my emails. Nothing. Not a sausage (which would have been weird anyway, who’d send a sausage via email? Royal mail could manage that surely?). I checked my iPhone which had registered receipt of over twelve emails over night (through the trusty 3G wonder-link-hyper-system) and was concerned that nothing was linking to my mother’s broadband connection.
It occurred to me then, as panic set in that I was isolated from the empire like online world, just how reliant I am on the internet or in fact any connection to my cyber network. It seemed somehow pathetic that I was genuinely relieved to have a full 3G connection on my iPhone still and that it alone could provide that addiction induced bond to the sky. Long gone are the days of paper and pen unless a pigeon is good enough to grab hold and assist (although pigeon education being what they are at the moment it would likely just fly away from my paper and poo as it did so).
It really gave me a sense of deflation having no connection and it annoyed me that it had this affect on me. What a vicious cycle. Only the other day my iPhone refused to respond to me (no matter now many times I shook it or prodded the dead screen), and until I read up on google how to cope with the problem (holding both menu and power buttons for ten seconds as it happens!) I had the same veil of dread. Everything seemed to have vanished.
What made me really annoyed, I think, is the fact that the newest of new technologies (which still and always will go wrong on a regular basis) are all so utterly perfectly formed and so amazingly compact that, no matter now much thought goes into the resolution to the problem, unless you have a small congregation of nanobots you will be unable to fix it. Long gone are the days of hitting a piece of technology over a table and hoping for the best. Now, if you were to do so it would most likely explode in your face (or more likely, ask you not to).
You win some you loose some. My iPhone is now working absolutely perfectly (touch wood), and my mothers broadband was still dormant until I left the house. I could drive myself crazy about it all but I think it'd be better for my health if I just leave well alone, step back and walk away. Maybe I can find some paper somewhere?
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