What is that from? South Pacific? Honestly, I’m too lazy to Google it right now. It’s like, a search bar away and I’m too engrossed with the Muppet Movie to care. On a related note, I was obsessed with South Pacific for like, three years. You know, sailors. Sailors are super hot. I used to joke I was going to get a tattoo on my back that read: Welcome aboard, sailor!
For those of you who have been here for awhile, you know me and my ongoing issues with laptops. For example, that time someone spilled coffee on my laptop and then all of a sudden no one in the house knew where that cup of coffee had come from, nor had they been in the room when it happened. Or, the time (according to witnesses) it threw itself off the couch and busted the AC adaptor port. Good times.
My most recent laptop problem was that the spacebar all of a sudden decided not to be my friend. There’s nothing worse than typing away and looking up to see you just wrote, “hegrabbedherandthrewherdownontheseatcushion.”
This isn’t Twitter. I’m not hash tagging my novel.
On a related note, I’m going through a HUGE Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings phase right now, during which, I laughed for like, five minutes over a picture of Eomen (Karl Urban is my flavor of the week) and it said #Rohandsome. Hahahaha, fabulous.
But I digress.
Cue my mother: she strolls into the house with some savings bonds of mine. Savings bonds! YES! I got to share in that awkward moment when I cashed them in, and the bank teller said, “Whoa, these are some old bonds!”
Yes. Yes, I’m super old and thanks for pointing it out. 1986 was 30 years ago and by that time, I was about to turn four. Laugh it up.
Back in 1986, I was already using a computer: enter the Commodore 128, a fantastic machine with actual floppy disks! I used to *.* and cd/hlh and cd: d and all that sweet awesome stuff. Screw you, Windows 10. I remember Windows 3.1 and it was a beast.
Unrelated to the fact I’m old, my spacebar is ready to give up the ghost, and I was really just going to get another tattoo, I went to the dark side: I bought a Mac.
This is huge.
I remember the crap Apple computers we had in my fourth grade classroom, back in 1992. Yeah. I hated computer time, because I had an IBM computer and a Commodore 128 computer at home and Apple was dumb. Crapple.
Kids, I’ve been living a lie. This sweet little MacBook Air is thinner than some of my old school notebooks. It’s snazzy. Light, compact, and the spacebar WORKS. No, Apple is not endorsing me for this. If Apple would like to hook up, fine. Take me. I’m yours. Because I’ve turned into this Apple Girl, somewhere along the line, and Mac and I? We’re in love.
In turn, my writing is going super well. The sequel to With Me Now is, all of a sudden, turning into a real book and not just an outline with a paragraph next to it. And–even better–it now has a title. It’s no longer “Son of Random Contemporary” (hahaha, remember that, friends? Ahh, I miss Random Contemporary and How It Became A Thing). It is: All I Desire. So, we’re got With Me Now and All I Desire. I had a crazy idea the other night for another plot idea (paranormal, again. Sorry Historical, I’m just not ready to get back together yet) and wrote down about four lines of plot before falling asleep.
Also: Good things are happening with my secret paranormal project (did I mention before there’s a secret paranormal project? Uhhh…if not, consider it mentioned now) and my project with Rebecca Hamilton. Becca is also the proud owner of a new Mac computer. We’re making this a thing, guys. Once you go Mac, you never go back.