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Yesterday, after lunch, I stopped by a local Houston Walmart to pick up a case of ice tea.
After 15 minutes in the store, I came out to find my pickup truck with a busted window.
My computer bag was gone, on it were 3 WIPs, one of which was a day or two from going to editing (a novel over 100,000 words).
The parking lot cameras weren't working. The cop was useless, the store manager annoyed at my distraction.
On the way home, it started pouring rain. I, having no window, didn't appreciate that.
No problem on the books - I've got it backed up... NOT.
I've been using Microsoft's new Office 365, and evidently I did something wrong because there is no backup.
After several hours on the phone with Microsoft technical support, the window replacement guy arrived. He worked and worked and worked, but couldn't get the glass to fit. While he had my door completely apart, it started raining again.
Finally, the window was in and I was very late for an appointment. The truck wouldn't start - a victim of the window guy leaving the key on while listening to the radio for three hours.
After bothering a neighbor for a jump, in the rain, I went to apt and then on to the computer store where I purchased the latest whizbang, mega-nasty laptop.
It won't boot. Windows 8 won't install.
Words cannot describe my emotional mix of anger and frustration over losing those books. The thought of starting all over again on a nearly-complete work is just crushing. I tried last night to start typing it in again, and I just can't right now.
All of this over someone's need to take a laptop worth maybe $150 bucks at a pawn shop. If the good lord could give me any 15 minutes back for a re-do, I would wish that I left the Walmart a bit sooner and caught whoever was vandalizing my truck. It would not have been a good day to be a thief.
I'm writing this on Mrs. Nobody's laptop, which in itself is another adventure.
Yesterday, it sucked to be a writer.
After 15 minutes in the store, I came out to find my pickup truck with a busted window.
My computer bag was gone, on it were 3 WIPs, one of which was a day or two from going to editing (a novel over 100,000 words).
The parking lot cameras weren't working. The cop was useless, the store manager annoyed at my distraction.
On the way home, it started pouring rain. I, having no window, didn't appreciate that.
No problem on the books - I've got it backed up... NOT.
I've been using Microsoft's new Office 365, and evidently I did something wrong because there is no backup.
After several hours on the phone with Microsoft technical support, the window replacement guy arrived. He worked and worked and worked, but couldn't get the glass to fit. While he had my door completely apart, it started raining again.
Finally, the window was in and I was very late for an appointment. The truck wouldn't start - a victim of the window guy leaving the key on while listening to the radio for three hours.
After bothering a neighbor for a jump, in the rain, I went to apt and then on to the computer store where I purchased the latest whizbang, mega-nasty laptop.
It won't boot. Windows 8 won't install.
Words cannot describe my emotional mix of anger and frustration over losing those books. The thought of starting all over again on a nearly-complete work is just crushing. I tried last night to start typing it in again, and I just can't right now.
All of this over someone's need to take a laptop worth maybe $150 bucks at a pawn shop. If the good lord could give me any 15 minutes back for a re-do, I would wish that I left the Walmart a bit sooner and caught whoever was vandalizing my truck. It would not have been a good day to be a thief.
I'm writing this on Mrs. Nobody's laptop, which in itself is another adventure.
Yesterday, it sucked to be a writer.
