Not Again

Nothing lasts forever, except maybe love, and computers are no exception.  I have a dubious relationship with the most important invention of our time.  I have used up and worn out two desktops and two laptops, which isn’t something I’m proud of.  Flashback to Friday when a virus infiltrates my computer and renders it unusable.  I am in the process of the final edit on my novel, Heart Trouble, and unsure about what to do.  Luckily I finally had the sense to Google the problem on my phone browser.  After finding a solution, I had to draw on my graduate school learning (thanks, Prof. Miller—I should’ve paid more attention in your class) and somehow I was able to rescue this computer, yet again, from the fire.  There’s a lesson to be learned here—next time an invader comes to me via wi-fi, shut down the computer and go home.   By the way, I completed my edit.  T-minus four weeks until its release.

Broken Connections

I live in an area with so-so internet service, and merely decent phone service.  Recently, however, my phone signal dropped out for weeks and would only work maybe every six hours.  It can be a little frustrating trying to promote yourself and your publishing ambitions when social networking is closed off to you.  The good news is that I’ve been promoting myself when I do have a stronger signal, blasting very blogs, tweets, and Facebook posts about myself.  I’m still in the formative stages even though I’ve been putting books and blogs out for over a year now.  I find myself wondering if there’s a right or wrong way to do blogging.  How much do you need to inspire your followers?  How much of it is simply catharsis, hoping that another person out there will read your words and find some meaning in them?  I ask too many questions, don’t I?