Writers need tools, even if they are a wax tablet and stylus. Paper was a great invention and so was the printing press.
Then came the typewriter and now we have the word processor. Which needs a computer.
Wherein lies my tale.
I knew I needed a new computer. I had some problems a few months ago and my son “fixed” them, but warned me the hard drive was going and I’d soon need to get a new one. When the same problems started up again, I did what he said.
The trouble is, all the new computers have Windows 8. I tried it when it first came out and told Windows I wanted my money back. This time I had no choice, so I learned to navigate all the pretty pictures. I had backed up all my files and programs, so all last week I carefully moved them from the old computer to the new one. It was time-consuming and sometimes frustrating, but I finally had everything where it needed to be.
Suddenly alarms and whistles went off and I learned I had — oh, no! — a virus. Or a Trojan. Or just a nasty little sneak that rode in and made my life miserable by slowing everything down to a crawl. My son (another son, they are all computer literate) advised me after we had tried several virus-removal programs, to take everything off again and re-set the computer.
I almost cried, but it was the only answer. So I did,and now I have to reload all the umpteen programs and files I had done last week.
So this is why I have gotten nothing done on my novel, noting done toward the contest I had planned to enter, and nothing done on anything I was supposed to be doing.
But I will survive. And it’s still a heck of a lot faster than a wax tablet and stylus.