The writing life — various and sundry

Well, let that be a lesson. When you suspect the computer is dying, trust your instincts. Granted, we ran MalwareBytes and it ran like a champ afterwards, and yeah, I thought that was the issue, but apparently not. The good news is that we rescued everything from the old hard drive and put it on the living room computer (except for my email but I think we can still recover that).

The other good news is that now I get a new computer. I have been looking at laptops. Not because I feel the urge to write in coffee shops, but it might be nice to have more flexibility (she writes wistfully).

I wrote 3 novels and countless short stories on the old computer. Had it for years. It was a complete workhorse until the end. A moment of silence for the Dell whatever it was. It probably far outlived its expected lifespan. RIP old son.

In other news, I’m working on a new project after a good six weeks of not working on anything. Also as in the way of things, that process has loosened up the blockage and now I’ve got another couple of ideas in the works. It sucks that I have to wait for a few days before I can start up again, but there you go — this time I am raring to write. Maybe I just needed the well to fill up again.

I’m on twitter, if you care to follow me. Also, let me know if you are on twitter and I will follow you. Thanks to my friend Lynett for getting me started. I am still feeling my way but my first impressions are that it’s quite egalitarian and therefore fun.

Books I’ve read

Doc, by Mary Doria Russell. Breathtaking and wonderful. I highly recommend it. It is absolutely lovely. Russell has such affection for her characters and I love that about an author. We are told to make things hard for our characters. I think Russell treats hers kindly because she knows that they have been through hell. I wish I could write with such compassion. (Coming after my rant about G.R.R. Martin, this should come as no surprise.)

Monster, by A. Lee Martinez. Funny and dark.

Reading:

Soulless by Gail Carriger. I’m coming late to the party and enjoying it immensely. If Georgette Heyer wrote Victorian steampunk with vampires.

I tend not to write too much about my emotions here but I ended up in a funk today, partly because of the computer situation and partly because of who knows what.  But in the process of rescuing files from the old computer, I came across this one. Call it puppy therapy. I’ll take it.