|My old laptop was my favorite color,|
red, but this was clearly a problem
|This fortune was in my cookie at|
a very challenging time for me
I didn't want to. And not just because of the expense. My loyal laptop has been with me since around 2010. I've written four novels on it. There is a fortune from a Chinese restaurant taped to the keyboard stating "Real courage is moving forward when the outcome is uncertain"...something I drew strength from as I began the process of a lengthy revise and resubmit to the publisher that would eventually contract my debut novel SILVER LAKE. That laptop and I have been through a lot together. But my old faithful friend was clearly on its last flickering legs.
Miraculously, the new laptop arrived before we left. Which was excellent, because I knew I had to prepare my last three-hour presentation for the fiction class I teach for the local college. It's a pain to set up a new computer, in my opinion anyway, but I set about personalizing it, transferring files, saving favorite sites and passwords, etc.
Every chance I got during vacation, I worked on my slide show. I had to have it done by the Monday prior to class for printing. I managed to finish, powered back up that night to send it in...and discovered the keyboard of my new laptop no longer worked. Well, the left side, specifically. And I could not actually log in without letters from the left side. Cut to me, having a panic attack. Not pretty. There were tears.
Thankfully, I realized this new-fangled laptop has a touch screen in addition to the physical keyboard. I was able to log in and send my presentation--and quickly save it to a thumb drive. But I sure couldn't do any real work with a touch screen. After numerous calls to tech support lasting well into several nights, the company finally sent a repair person to my house to replace the keyboard. "B" is still quirky, but I'm back in business anyway (a lot of "B"s in that sentence...sigh).
Then I made the mistake of moving our internet modem/router at the request of my teenage son, who would like a wi-fi connection in his room. I don't blame him...it's frustrating. We have an amplifier and he still doesn't get a signal, despite the fact that we don't exactly live in a mansion. Well, touching the stupid thing knocked down the entire precarious house of cards. Somehow, we lost internet, cable, and the landline phone. Even when I put it back where it came from...radio silence.
Calls to support. More calls. Desperate pleas. A visit from a tech. An appointment with an electrician. New equipment. Finally, we have internet and cable again...but not in my kid's room still, which began the whole mess. Maybe I will worry about that in the future, but for now...if I have to wait around one more day for someone to show up at some point during a prolonged window of time and tell me I need to call someone else, I will lose it.
Now, I realize these are not tragic problems, thankfully. Merely inconveniences. But I can't do my job--writing--without a keyboard, and I can't do the other part of my job--staying connected with readers and working with other authors--without the internet. And of course, I'm the one organizing a big virtual party for a release event (Join here on Facebook - lots of prizes and gift cards to be had!). So, at least for the immediate future, I'm not going to touch anything with a power cord. And I'm going to ignore the niggling suspicion in the back of my mind that one of the ghosts from my novels is having some fun with me...