Saturday, April 02, 2011
Friday, April 01, 2011
So please forgive me for forgetting to post my blog last month. I have a good excuse: my computer died.
I loved that computer. It was old (1999, I think). It was outdated (anyone ever heard of Windows ME, which stands for Millennium?). Microsoft, Flash and Adobe refused to support it any more.
I couldn’t shop on Amazon, because my computer froze. My project of reissuing out-of-print books, including my half-dozen Regency romances, on Kindle depended entirely on the good graces of my not-quite-as-decrepit laptop.
Yet I worked happily along on Word 2000 and Windows ME, writing my Safe Harbor Medical miniseries for Harlequin American. Coming next: Falling for the Nanny in June 2011, followed by The Surgeon’s Surprise Twins in October.
And then, splat. The thing refused to boot up. A sector on the techno-blah-blah had failed. A virus? Old age? Or possibly a household curse – my husband’s laptop went kablooey a few days later, although for different reasons (overheating). The only saving graces were 1) I back up my data, so I didn’t lose anything important and 2) my laptop still functioned.
Anyway, there we stood in Fry’s Electronics, with a scary assortment of screens blinking at us. Thank goodness my husband wasn’t intimidated, because I felt like Audrey Hepburn in Wait Until Dark. I can report that we bought a computer and a monitor and brought them home. I immediately went back to work on my laptop and left them to blink at me from across my office.
That was a month ago. Since then, we’ve gradually configured the new computer. I have no idea what Word 2010 is all about, because the geeks moved everything around. My husband managed to copy my programs from the laptop onto the new computer using something called Parallels, so now I have Word 2000 installed. The only problem is that it copied over the files for Word Starter 2010 (don’t ask what that is), which has disappeared. And my pictures migrated to an entirely different program, as did my email. For all I know, they're wandering around the neighborhood, frightening the pigeons.
I’m still working on my laptop. I swear, I’ll move to the new computer before my next post, a month from now.
But don't count on it.
Monday, March 28, 2011
I have a confession to make. One that might get me thrown out of the girl camp once and for all...
I don't like to shop. At all.
I suspect there are several reasons for this, but regardless of which thing threw me over the edge, I don't see returning anytime soon.
That said, my 16-year-old loves to shop. Loves. It. So, that's why, when I found myself needing something special for an event coming up next week, I decided to take her. She's got a great sense of style and she likes being there--two plusses in my book.
So, Friday night we went shopping. We looked in all the major chains as well as all the smaller mall shops, too. She found two cute tops and a pair of ankle boots at Forever 21, and I bought some eye stuff I needed at the Clinique counter. But a dress or pantsuit for my event? Nope.
I looked, I truly did. I even tried some stuff on. But, in the end, I walked out with nothing. Nada. Anyone else have this same affliction? Any known cures?