Elisabeth Naughton - Author of sexy romantic adventures and dark hot paranormals


Saturday, April 21st, 2007
ACK! Grumble, Grumble, Bitch & Moan

Yes. This is me. I’m here. It’s been ages.

Have I been off on vacation enjoying the sun and fun? No. Have I been writing like a fiend, ignoring email and blogs and real life? Um, I wish, but no. Have I been pulling my eyebrows out one by one because I’m so frustrated I can barely see straight? Well, actually, yeah, that’s a little more like it.

It always amazes me how tied to technology we are. And when that technology goes loco, there goes your sanity.

My computer decided to wig out on me. My computer which is barely a year old, which I love and use every flippin’ day. It was doing this weird rebooting/freezing thing, so I immediately thought, virus, and took it in for service. (Even though my virus checker is updated and says all is well…sigh.) I dropped it off last weekend and have called the store every day this week to check on the status (I’m sure they are sick to death of me, but tough. This is my computer we’re talking about). Lo and behold (and why am I surprised?) they didn’t get to it until Thursday night, where they discovered it kept rebooting so they couldn’t even get a good look inside. They told me Friday it has to be sent out for service and I’m looking at a two-week turnaround, minumum.

ARRGHGHG. Can you see me pulling my eyebrows out one by one?

Luckily, I saved the wip on a zip drive before taking the darn computer in, so I can work on it if I have access to a computer. Problem? I don’t have access on a normal day. We have an old laptop that I use in cases of emergency, but it’s slow and the space bar sticks, and it’s temperamental with the power cord – as in, I don’t use it anymore because we had to have the power jack replaced and it’s still a POS. I used it for a day, then my daughter came running into the room where I was working to tell me something life altering (like what so-and-so said at school today), tripped over the power cord and killed that computer. We’re talking dead, finished, totally out of commission. Result? More eyebrows lost, lots of screaming and a daughter who has no idea why her mother is losing her mind. To top it off, the DH was at a meeting out of town all week with his computer, so I have been not only computer-less, but internet-less as well. Man, I can’t believe how much that set me on edge this week.

So here I am, on the DH’s computer right now checking email. Because of his work schedule I’ll be able to do that on weekends and evenings, but won’t have access during the day (let’s all give a collective ARRRGHGHGH!). The really sucky part is I need to write. And not having the opportunity is killing me. I’ve tried the ol’ handwriting thing, but it just doesn’t work for me. My hand just can’t write as fast as my brain thinks, and I end up losing half of whatever scene it is I’m working on. So today I’m going to try to get some serious writing done. And I’ll probably be staying up late into the night working because that’s the only chance I’ll have next week. I may be scarce, but I’ll try to check in when I can.

Please tell me your week was better than mine.

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