Today, I designed and printed a flyer for RWI to hand out at the Susan Elizabeth Phillips’ book signing scheduled for Thursday. After making 25 copies, I realized I put the wrong room number on it, but because I was running late for my mammogram, (Short plug: if you’re a woman over 50, have you had a mammogram lately? Huh?) I had to wait until I came back home to re-do it.
But when I returned to my computer, it died! Ack! My stomach clenched and my adrenaline level spiked. Okay, okay….don’t panic. Take it one step at a time. First, let’s do a shut-down and re-boot. What?? What do you mean my cursor is now frozen? It wasn’t a minute ago! Another stomach clench and screaming at the computer. “What is wrong with you? How can you do this to me when I keep you covered with a nice blanket of dust?”
No, I didn’t say that, but this is a family blog and we can’t use the language I did. Bottom line…after replacing my track ball, doing a hard re-boot (pulling the power plug twice), and more screaming, I eventually bullied my computer to a point where I could do a proper shut-down. By then, I’ve upchucked my lunch, developed a pounding headache, and am crying like a baby. So I did what any self-respecting writer would do…my computer and I took a nap.
And it worked. When we both awoke, we worked perfectly.
The point of this entire blog is what happens to writers when their tools fail them. Yes, I’ve written using pencil and paper, but I’m addicted to using a computer nowadays. The irony of my anxiety attack is that I have a laptop and a netbook to use as a back-up. I have a portable printer I can use to print off pages. Heck, I even have an app on my iPhone I can use to write if I don’t mind using my pinky.
But important point is, I was betrayed. That computer and I have been through good times and bad. It has place of honor in my living room. I make sure it always has the best paper and ink cartridges available. I dust it more than I do any other piece of furniture in my house. How could it put me through this torment?
See if I ever trust it again.