I was going to post a really cool blog about writing a multiple point of view novel. I was. Really. And then . . . The Gray Screen of Death. You might be more familiar with the Blue Screen of Death. I was. I had never met the Gray Screen. Until today.
I was happily working away this a.m. on my three-month old iMac when this gray curtain descended from top to bottom–you know, like a the curtain descending at the theater. The one that says the show’s over. This little box popped up repeating in many languages that I needed to restart. So I shut it down and then . . . It wouldn’t start again. Nothing. Nada. Dead as a doornail. As roadkill. As that skunk my dog got ahold of a couple of years ago. As those tomatoes in the back of the fridge that have been there for six months. As those fly corpses in the light fixtures at work. You get the point.
Amazingly, I did not attack it with one of the battle axes or swords that I have hanging in my office. I thought that was rather restrained of myself, actually. Nor did I yank all my hair out, scream wildly, throw myself on the floor and kick and cry, or go stick my head in the oven (which frankly would have crisped me nicely, but it’s not gas, so there’s no real possibility of suicide there). I did, I will confess, raid the Halloween candy for a butterfingers bar. Or two.
I did fetch my laptop and go online and get the tech support number and called. The upshot is that it needs someone to look at it. I live in the middle of nowhere and so I’m going to have to drive it or ship it about a 100 miles away. I’m driving it tomorrow, because I can’t be without it for long.
Okay,I could. I have a laptop. But I prefer to work on the desktop when I’m digging hard into the novel. It’s got a bigger screen, the mouse, and it’s all set up the way I like it. Oh, and the ergonomic keyboard. *sniff* Okay, enough of that. The solution of course is alcohol and plenty of it. With cheesecake. Right? oh, maybe not. One thing that is clear is that two computers for writers is not a luxury–it’s necessity.
I did lose what I had written this morning. Timemachine hadn’t backed up the most recent stuff yet and I hadn’t backed it up to Dropbox or to my flashdrive. But I do have backups from before that. So mostly this is a dreadful inconvenience. And a reminder that every so often the universe likes to test my sense of humor about life.
Which reminds me, why do gorillas have big nostrils?
Because they have big fingers.
Go on now, comment with a good joke. Make me laugh. That’s what this thread is for. Jokes to make us all remember our sense of humor.