The One Hundred and Seventeenth post: The One Where I Break in a New Keyboard…

The batteries in my spiffy wireless keyboard had the temerity to die on me today. Thankfully, I have a spare keyboard to plug in until I get a new set of batteries. Poor thing – there was no warning for it, no ‘flee! Flee while you can!’ for it. Well – welcome to the NFL, here’s your helmet. Speaking of needing helmets, Wednesday is coming – which means I will be heading back to work. On the plus side, no one from work has called me, so as far as I know, I am still working there. Granted, I would like to leave there one day, and with any luck, I can leave during the next year and start going to conventions for business rather than pleasure… most of the time. I might have to have a gopher and a booth babe in tow, but that’s for later.

I’ve got to get 3,000 words today if I am to stay ahead for Nanowrimo. 3,000 might sound like a lot, but I can usually get that down in an uninterrupted setting. That’s the key word: uninterrupted. I have to admit that I am my own worst enemy sometimes, with the TV and the radio being willing and highly skilled accomplices. I think after this and dinner, I am going to retreat into the study and get those 3K out today. I also have to admit, I like the feel of this keyboard as I type. One of the few things I don’t like about getting a tablet is missing the feel of the keys under my fingers. I like the sound of the clicking keys – while, yes there are programs that can replicate that sound, but I shouldn’t have to put on headphones to feed my nostalgia. I should put on headphones to keep the outside world at bay.

I/O Error is taking a bit of an interesting tack before I had to stop for the night – I’m looking at Gail as being far more like a battlefield than a character. There is the quantum and logical sides of her warring about the day to day, while there is another battle going on about the ship between two camps of entities aboard ship. Not to mention Gail versus other members of the crew – there is going to be a lot more going on in this story than what I had originally planned – I love being a hybrid writer. I love (sometimes) when the characters go in a different direction. I said sometimes – there are points when the characters want to go one way, but I have to bribe, threaten and cajole them back to the right path. I swear I am not crazy. Really. Stone cold sane. Just me and the voices.

Speaking of voices, I need to get back to work and make some peppermint tea. So, I hope y’all have a good day and a better evening.



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