For the last week and a half, I have been visiting my parents in Iowa. That came to an end on Monday with a fourteen-hour drive back to the Dallas suburbs. That should have been a normal enough thing. I have made that trip two ways over a hundred times in the years I have been living in Texas while still having family in Iowa.
A mere car trip like that shouldn’t have had a major impact on my writing, this blog and my novel in progress neither one.
But, unfortunately, demons of a darker day had to have their say. The computer that I have used to write six published novels and all of the blog posts I have written since 2013 died from battery depletion in the trunk of my car. Of course, my pessimistic nature had made me purchase a backup laptop some time ago. But it didn’t have Microsoft Office on it, nor any other word processor. I also didn’t remember dozens of passwords for necessary writer websites, and email, and bank accounts, and on and on and on. Needless to say, I have begun to write recently changed passwords down on paper somewhere secret. …And will very likely forget promptly where I hid them.
So yesterday was wasted getting my entire life back up and running on the computer and online. If you have been searching for my daily blog posts the last few days and finding that your search was fruitless, this is the reason why. Of course, not all fruit is good for you. You should probably be getting fresher fruits and vegetables from better sources than the internet. Although there are plenty of old Mickian blog posts out there now that have totally fermented and become somewhat unfortunately fragrant over time, today’s post is proof that I am still hopelessly addicted to writing and still not quite dead.
So, now that I am back up and running, expect more Mickian rants and colored pencil Paffoonies. I have lost time to make up for.