As I admitted in a previous post, I fried my laptop. Again. I was all ready to cash in my coffee insurance, and was even a little proud of myself that I managed to do THE EXACT SAME THING a second time. I was racking up crazy writer points. To go with my Post-It notes and pens and frizzy hair. Or something. I had come to terms with the fact that my machine would stay fried, again. I might have…
And so, I am on my way home from work, with a blog post or two playing around in my head. I get home and I am all set to write. Actually can’t wait. My PA makes me a coffee before she leaves, and the cursor is blinking expectantly on the screen, ready for my words. My fingers reach for the keys. And my phone rings. I talk to my Dad, listening while my own sentences run through my head. …
The American in me wants to have pumpkin pie later on today and cold turkey sandwiches tomorrow. I am the kind of person who believes thanks aren’t just for Thanksgiving. But in the spirit of the day, I’m going to share what I am thankful for this year. My list every year is quite simple. It doesn’t take much to make me happy, and I’m appreciative of what I have every day of the year. That being said, these things…
Remember when I said I couldn’t write in clutter? Well, I’ll add to it. I now believe the people who tell you not to write on a computer connected to the Internet. Because writing doesn’t happen. Facebook happens. I used to say I couldn’t write without music on, either. Now when music is on, I can’t hear myself. I get so caught up in the next song, and then the next one, I forget the next word and then they…
You know what I hate? Using my credit card over the phone. Or putting any number longer than a local or international number into a phone. Because that requires entering the number in before the automated voice says: I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that, try again. Well, of course you didn’t catch that. It wasn’t a ball. Or my shoe, hurtling towards your head. You don’t even have a head. You are a machine. May I speak to a real…
