A New Laptop Disaster - Jo-Ann Carson

A New Laptop Disaster

This week’s musings from my writer’s loft:
Word Count: It’s like my weight problem. It goes up and down, and never in the right places or at the right time.
SoMe: My experiment with synching Twitter with Goodreads has been eye opening. I now have over 8 hundred followers on Twitter and over 2 hundred on Goodreads. While I’m active on Twitter I’m a “lurker” on Goodreads. I’ve joined the Agatha Christie group and two author Q and A pages.  I need to start pulling my weight and write some reviews or at least comments on books. That should splash into Facebook (I think).
It’s fun and interesting, but I sooooo want to work on my WIPs.  I feel torn. Just how social do I want/need to be?
It would be really bad if I forget my heroine’s name.
A New Computer…Disaster: She’s absolutely beautiful, a Toshiba ultrabook (Satellite Z830-00L).  Let me tell you why I fell in love with her:

  • “Ultra” refers to her being ultra-thin, half the depth of my old laptop. She weighs only 2.5 pounds, not much more than a large cup of coffee. This is important to me because I like to tote my work around (visiting grandkids, and cafes).
  • She has a hard disk drive which is hugely important. Older computers have drives that spin. They heat up, need ventillating and break easily. The solid state drive doesn’t.
  • It’s quiet (because it doesn’t need a fan to cool a whirling disk drive).
  • The battery lasts 8 hours. Woooohooooo. (I always forget my power cord).
  • It’s super super fast. I’m not sure why. I’d need to use Geek speak here, and it wouldn’t really change my point. It’s fast.

It’s not the computer for everyone. If you use your machine for gaming, managing your pictures, or video editing she’s not for you. But for writing she’s a Cadillac. I’m so excited
That being said, I am typing on my old laptop this morning, because I have managed to lock myself out of my new one. It’s a password problem. “Oh well,” I say. “PJ will be up soon and he can fix anything.” I type away. PJ gets up and some serious grumbling begins. We both know the password, but the computer, my thin little ultra, doesn’t know it.
Stumped by technology, again.
But I have faith that somehow we will break into this machine and I can get back to work.
I hope your week went well. Enjoy the sun. May the wind be behind you all the way.
…and may your passwords always work<g>