So this is my morning:I got up. Gave my ass a scratch. Lamented that I quit smoking. And pushed the button to turn my desktop on. But there was no whirl. It didn't turn on. I've had it 5 years so it's been a good warhorse.
I just like Windows for writing/editing. And I do have Microsoft Word installed on my Mac laptop. But ... I like the ease of Windows.I hadn't thrown my updated work into iCloud last night. So when the desktop wouldn't start, I sort of panicked.
Honest to God - I prayed for it to start one last time so I could cloud everything. It wouldn't. I walked downstairs and bitched and poured myself a bowl of Cap'n Crunch with berries. About 20 minutes later I walked back upstairs and pushed the button and it fired up!So - I'm backing up every ... single ... thing ... on it. And while I'm waiting, I'm reformatting this blog.
And I've thought about it. I'm disinterested in pictures on non-fiction work. I'm not a model. I'm not a photographer. My work is true. Why portray it as fiction? Now of course I've changed the names in the dialogues. This is my life - not my associates secrets. So no pictures unless the non-fiction picture is necessary.Yeah, I know. It looks rather boring. And I've thought about it. I was interested in a woman last fall. Yeah, we have nothing in common. Hell, every time I talked she corrected me. New spin on opinionated. Anyway, after she saw my play I asked her opinion. And she said, "well, nothing happened. There's no action. It's just words."
But I'm a writer. I am just words.