Do you ever get so absorbed in what you are doing that you completely forget your bodily functions? Well, maybe not forget so much as ignore them until all of a sudden you realize that your bladder is about to explode and you may not make it to the bathroom.
I love it when that happens. 
Seriously, I love when I am so involved in writing or creating that time simply passes. Yesterday, in an attempt at avoiding the terrifying giant black ants that are threatening to carry me away in my sleep, I set out on a mission which would include buying some sweet seduction to rid myself of these scary monsters. I brought my computer along, and decided to work on my new blog as well as write yesterday’s post and maybe do a little work on my novel before facing the stores. I headed to B&N, bought myself a large iced chai latte (as it was hot and steamy here yesterday) plugged myself in, and leaped into action.
I wrote a little. Took a sip. Wrote a little. Drank some more. Etc. I finished my drink, and filled the icy cup with water, and stayed focused. Time passed. Write. Drink. Write. Drink. Write, write, write.
Eventually, I actually recognized that a bathroom trip was necessary. After creating a little room, I recognized I was hungry so I bought a whole grain bagel, filled my cup with more water and continued to work.
Finally, I reached the point where I knew I had to stop. Words were no longer making sense, and the clock was slowly ticking toward the time when I had to be home from all errands to meet Sarah’s bus. I packed up my computer and other things, stood up and said to myself ”Ah! I really have to pee! NOW!”
Doing an internal potty dance, I tried to gracefully rush across the store praying that there would be an open stall. Luckily there was, and the release of Niagara Falls pointed out that perhaps I should pay a little more attention to my bodily functions when I am writing.
Especially, when this is my constant companion:
Fill this baby with ice and water drink and repeat. You can never have enough water. (Of course, some people would rather fill it with beer I suppose, it comes with its own bottle opener attached)
I love getting lost in projects and having time fly. I just wish that if I have to forget a bodily function, I’d forget to eat instead.
May 30, 2012 @ 10:05:41
I know the feeling. Even post surgery, I postpone. Really stupid behavior, but don’t we so worship the enticement of the pen connected to our hearts and minds!
May 30, 2012 @ 10:08:03
I am going to try to be less stupid while still remaining connected. Maybe I should just carry a notebook to the toilet.
May 30, 2012 @ 10:27:51
you know, they make Depends!
May 30, 2012 @ 11:41:40
I get involved in my projects and often find myself in ‘squirm mode’ as well. Here, I thought it was a sign of old age. So good to know, that is not the case.
May 30, 2012 @ 12:04:30
When I’m really involved with writing, I forget to eat. I’ve done that so often. So, yeah…I can see this too. Well, not SEE IT see it, but…aieeee… you know what I mean
May 30, 2012 @ 12:41:40
I’ve got to say that getting involved to the point of bursting becomes less pleasant with age. I still do it. I just regret it a little more frequently.
May 30, 2012 @ 14:53:23
Trust me, I know what you mean.
May 30, 2012 @ 14:38:56
I have been known to carry my laptop to the toilet………..very inspirational place…….
May 30, 2012 @ 14:52:28
Definitely inspirational.
May 30, 2012 @ 15:15:33
Like Andra, I take my laptop to the bathroom. Only I do it all the time. Brilliant title for this post. I love getting lost in projects!
Hugs,
Kathy
May 30, 2012 @ 15:16:46
I haven’t braved the laptop in the bathroom yet, I’m too much of a klutz.
May 30, 2012 @ 21:29:49
The title alone had me nodding. yup, forget all the time. Bad idea, bad for the organs, especially those of us with kidney disease. My worst time for ignoring it is in the middle of the night. If I get up I might have to let the dogs out. If I get up and there’s still someone in the living room I would have to put on a bathrobe. If I get up I will no longer be in my awesome cozy wonderful bed. Roll over. Push my luck. Wake an hour later and go through the same justifications not to get up…
May 30, 2012 @ 22:43:57
For me it’s “if I get up at night I might not be able to fall asleep again” although sometimes I can, as long as I don’t look at the clock. NEVER look at the clock.
May 30, 2012 @ 21:48:03
I’m with you. I really do wish I could forget about eating instead.
May 30, 2012 @ 22:42:59
Someday I will. Thanks for your comment.
May 31, 2012 @ 10:40:49
Haha it’s inconvenient isn’t it?!
May 31, 2012 @ 13:39:46
May 31, 2012 @ 20:54:04
I, like you, fear a too terrible water accident should my laptop venture to the bathroom. Also like you, I do forget to pee, although, it’s more like I intentionally ignore it and get angry when Mother Nature calls me away.
May 31, 2012 @ 21:01:52
“Forget” can easily be defined as “intentionally ignore it and get angry when Mother Nature calls me away.”
Jun 02, 2012 @ 18:33:27
That’s the problem with writing in a public place. You don’t want to pack everything up for a quick bathroom break . . . but you don’t want to leave your laptop sitting there in case a plagiarist walks in and steals all your thunder . . . or your laptop . . . or both!
Jun 03, 2012 @ 12:29:54
funny post–I know that feeling–then I drag the entire class to wait outside the teacher’s bathroom . . .
Jun 03, 2012 @ 14:00:52
I bet they love that and find it funny.