What to talk about during the heat of summer? Here in Central Texas, we’re hitting 105 nearly every day—and we have humidity. I feel sorry for the hard-working folks who have to be outside, laboring in this heat.
One of the perks of being a writer: as I write, I’m sitting here in my pajamas with the air conditioning on and the ceiling fan—mandatory in the South—turning. Also, I’m cursing (gently, no really bad words) because my new computer won’t read the printer. This is my THIRD CPU since the old one died a week ago. I won’t bore you with the problems except to tell you the printer installed very nicely on the first two, which had other problems, but refuses to on this one. I’m writing this as I wait to call the GEEK SQUAD which opens in fifteen minutes.
So, one of the downsides to being a writer: we’re dependent on technology that sometimes doesn’t work and my poor creative brain can’t deal with the stubbornness of technology. It seems like an uncooperative character who wants to do things his way. Of course, I can work through that character, but after having attempted to install the printer seven times and even finding a patch, I still can’t print anything. The printer’s motivation is entirely hidden from me.
I’ve sent a few things to my husband’s email and he takes care of them, but I’m thinking he won’t be happy if I send him the ninety-five pages I need to edit. AND I fear writing anymore because I may have to take this CPU back as I did the first two. I had wanted to get an HP but they didn’t have the one I wanted so I got this one—after haggling on price—a brand I haven’t used before. (If you want to know what it is, email me at Jane@janemyersperrine.com I’ll be glad to dish privately.)
And yet as I write this, I realize how incredibly spoiled I am. I have a friend in Iraq with the Army. Her name is Jessica Scott. Although unpublished, she’s a writer of great military women’s fiction and just signed with a terrific agent. Remember that name. Now she’s away from her children and a lot hotter than anyone here. On top of that, although my computer is a bother, it doesn’t shoot rockets and mortars at me while I work.
Jess, you and your military buddies serving all over the world are my heroes. You put up with heat and cold and danger and isolation. I can’t tell you how much I admire you. Thank you, guys! We pray you all come back to us safely.
And I promise not to complain so vociferously about my insignificant problems.