I believe my computer and printer are both female. Yes, I know. But give me a few minutes to explain why.
Whenever my computer acts up, in any and all way, I end up being frustrated or ticked off. Afterwards I will go over the things I have learned on how to fix a computer. I have an amazing computer talented person in this house to help me. But I always give it a try just in case it is something small that I can figure out to not feel stupid when he fixes it and it is something small.
When that fails I ask for help. And it never fails to amaze me how he will sit down at my desktop and just figure it out and sometimes quickly. Grateful? Yes. Annoyed? Yes.
For example I have problems with my printer. It doesn’t always print when I ask it to. Sometimes it takes minutes and sometimes it never even prints unless I turn it off and on a number of times. My talented one will sit in my chair print a random page and viola it prints to which I get the look.
My computer one day kept shutting off or freezing up. I rebooted, That didn’t solve it. I updated the software and all that. Nothing. I searched online, which is such a terrible idea for this subject matter, and still nothing.
He either haa the magic touch, and with computers he does, or my computer and printer are frankly and obviously females. It won’t work for me but always works for him.
Why do you write? Better yet why did you start to write? My story is one I have told a few times over the years and it is pretty simple.
My husband told a good friend of ours that he felt I wrote well. Of course that was I suspect his way of letting me know since she told me soon after. I mulled it over. That particular year I had surgery on my foot and another surgery within 6 weeks of the first one. Having time I jotted stuff down. My goal was not to be published right away it was to write stories for whenever I had grandchildren they could read the stories or have us read to them.
That was how I started. But why did I continue? Well a writer’s group was starting up at a library near me. And while I was the only non librarian there, there were six of us, they made me feel welcomed and empowered me to continue with my writing in more ways than one.
Writing is like a fever now. And if you are a writer you know what I mean. There are so many ideas in my head that are screaming, “Let us out!” It is part of us and to stop is truly not an option. Everything I see even on a simple venture outside of the house has me thinking of ideas and story lines.
Please don’t give me a prompt books, they are a favorite of mine, for I will have ideas piled up in a bulging notebook of ideas. There is no way I could live long enough to write them all and that is if I stop writing ideas down.
It is a fever. No maybe that is not the right word. But once you have the bug, for whatever reason you started, it is with you and is a part of you like it or not.
Where have our book stores gone? Growing up in a small, and I mean small, area we didn’t have book stores to hang out in. Heck we didn’t even have a library the only one being at the high school. The hours being school hours.
Once I moved down this way I came across the wonderful thing called a bookstore. They were Barnes and Nobles, Books-A- Million and a host of others. Granted this was back in the day when we would flock to them. You know the Saturdays you would slump on the floor or in a chair and be there for hours and it was okay to do so.
Now finding a book store is getting harder and harder to find. That free event of hanging out is no longer a given for my husband and me. At the moment we have one store left which for us is a real shame. Especially since they can price how they feel. Gone are the used book stores as well in our area.
When I have a doctor visit that is a few hours away we take advantage of the stores in those cities for we surely miss them. I get the convenience of ebooks and buying online and all that. But sign of the times does not always have to include getting rid of a classic thing as simple as hanging out at a bookstore.