I Plead Guilty

Alas! I confess. I am a murderer. Unintentional, and yet, I did it … again. For the second time, I have killed my computer.

Yes, I fried the motherboard on my laptop. It got hot, I shut it down, and it never quite revived, although it tried feebly. No amount of virtual defibrillation effected a revival. It was a goner.

Perhaps the only positive point is that I got a new machine at a nice sale price, with a faster processor and more memory. I didn’t lose anything either. The techies were able to transfer everything from the old computer to my new one, except my office suite, the downloaded games, and a couple of other programs that I retrieved easily. I’m back up and running, with hardly a glitch.

I also put my down-time to good use. My new novel has a temporary name -- “Reckless”. I re-evaluated the main characters’ flaws, and added some more scenes to my working outline. This morning, I started actually writing the book.

While I’d like to say my goal is a scene a day, or a minimum of five scenes a week, as weekends are usually a lost writing cause, I’m not that confident. Every time I plan a schedule for myself, something disrupts it. I can attempt to regulate the Vulture distractions, but doctors will not accept my schedule as theirs. Writing in waiting rooms isn’t always possible, physically or mentally.