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tarion_anarore, I am getting paid to write this. ;^P
I got a new computer at work!
The monitor is the definition of ginormous! Which means that LJ isn't all squished up anymore and everything appears in the proper place. And I don't know if this is the new computer or if the network is just in a good mood today but *whispers* the Internet is behaving remarkably well and hasn't locked up on me once yet. This morning, the Internet was locking up every three or four links I'd click on, meaning that I had to Ctrl+Alt+Del and close it out, then reopen it again, sign back onto LJ, find my place on my Friends' page, and hope that I could get through a few of y'all's entries before it would freeze up again.
I had all intentions of getting the next chapter of AMC totally rewritten today, but alas, the computer people showed up and took longer than I'd expected. I had to be hooked up to CJIS and all again, all that neat criminal justice shtuff that I get to use at my job, and that takes some fenagling, apparently. So, alas, I got two pages done. Feanor seemed nice about it though.
Rewrite? you might ask. Why rewrite? Well, Feanor (being Feanor) has been a royal pain in the ass for his two measly chapters in this story. Now I am a skeptic about things, but this really makes me wonder if I am actually being haunted by the spirit of Feanor.
The story is about Feanor, right? So I decided that he needed to have his say, a.k.a., a chapter or two of his own. Problem is that the book and the fandom builds up this character to the point where he feels unapproachable, to me at least, in writing. How to take the PoV of the greatest of the Noldor? What to say that will make him sound as extraordinary as he is? So I decided to plunge into it head first and see what happens.
So I open a new document with all intents of giving Feanor his say. Now, usually, when I start a new PoV section, I do it in a new document. I title it Section #--Character Name (e.g. 12--Feanaro) so that when I click "Save As," it is named how I like to keep my AMC files. This day, though, for some reason, I did not save it.
I typed about three paragraphs and they were crappy. They were so crappy that I got depressed and went to do something else. Probably play Zuma or read The Onion. But I left the story open in case I got inspired.
Johnny the Boss came in at one point and asked me to do something. No problem. I went to close out the screen I was viewing and the Feanor chapter popped up. I accidentally clicked the little X in the corner to close that out too. Shoot. It prompted me to save before closing. And I accidentally clicked "No."
I tried to ignore Feanor laughing at those three crappy, lost paragraphs, and I tried to lament their leaving, but alas, I could not.
So I gave up on Feanor for the moment. But a few months later, I got my courage back again and plunged back into his chapter. All was going great until I finished it and realized that Feanor had created for me a subplot that was entirely outside the realm of possibility. I mean, I would flame myself for writing a chapter like this. It was a dangerous, stupid premise.
So the chapter had to be rewritten.
Being as it's the holidays and I'm really busy, I decided to get an early start on the rewriting. I read over it and started to make some changes.
The next day, I popped in the disk to email the file to myself, in case I wanted to work on it at home. Lo, the file--with all of my changes--was corrupted and would not recover.
(Luckily, I have backups of all of my chapters at home, after losing a PoV section and some small bits a few months ago when my RamBo decided to stop working.)
Once again, I could practically hear Feanor laughing....
So I started the rewrite again and made some progress that will hopefully please him. I hope that I don't come in tomorrow and find the disk missing or the office burned down. I almost saved it to the hard drive of my old computer but then decided that I didn't want Feanor ogling his wife on my work comp and so saved it to disk instead. Good thing, as the changes would have gone away with the old computer this afternoon.
Another good thing about my new computer: It has USB ports!! Yes, my old one was so old that it did not have extra USB ports. I have a USB key that I use to save all of my writing, but of course, I couldn't use it at work. Now I can carry it from work to home and won't have to email myself documents anymore.
Speaking of data backup, I know that I and a few others on my flist have had data loss problems this year. My dad--who is a geek--recommended a prudent solution: a data deposit box. Data Deposit Box is a company that backs up your work for you, automatically, whenever your computer is idle. You can access it anywhere, and it costs a whopping penny per MB. So to back up all of my stories will cost me eight cents a month and saves me the headache of having to do file backups and keep copies in places outside of my home, lest the building burn down or something. I know how sick I felt when I thought that I'd lost the whole last bit of AMC. Picture your favorite work. Picture it utterly gone. Now back up your work!
Oh, just so everyone knows, AMC will be posted on Thursday night, as Bobby and I will be going to Hershey Park this weekend for our annual holiday pilgrimage. Now, feeling our oats as independent people with a bit of an actual income, we are staying overnight, so I will answer comments on Sunday or Monday.
Also, I am getting an onslaught of old LJ comments. Whatever problem there was must have been fixed...I hope. I'm proud to note that most of them I caught by relentlessly trolling my old posts for new comments, but if you get a really late reply from me on something, that's why.
tarion_anarore, I am getting paid to write this. ;^PI got a new computer at work!
The monitor is the definition of ginormous! Which means that LJ isn't all squished up anymore and everything appears in the proper place. And I don't know if this is the new computer or if the network is just in a good mood today but *whispers* the Internet is behaving remarkably well and hasn't locked up on me once yet. This morning, the Internet was locking up every three or four links I'd click on, meaning that I had to Ctrl+Alt+Del and close it out, then reopen it again, sign back onto LJ, find my place on my Friends' page, and hope that I could get through a few of y'all's entries before it would freeze up again.
I had all intentions of getting the next chapter of AMC totally rewritten today, but alas, the computer people showed up and took longer than I'd expected. I had to be hooked up to CJIS and all again, all that neat criminal justice shtuff that I get to use at my job, and that takes some fenagling, apparently. So, alas, I got two pages done. Feanor seemed nice about it though.
Rewrite? you might ask. Why rewrite? Well, Feanor (being Feanor) has been a royal pain in the ass for his two measly chapters in this story. Now I am a skeptic about things, but this really makes me wonder if I am actually being haunted by the spirit of Feanor.
The story is about Feanor, right? So I decided that he needed to have his say, a.k.a., a chapter or two of his own. Problem is that the book and the fandom builds up this character to the point where he feels unapproachable, to me at least, in writing. How to take the PoV of the greatest of the Noldor? What to say that will make him sound as extraordinary as he is? So I decided to plunge into it head first and see what happens.
So I open a new document with all intents of giving Feanor his say. Now, usually, when I start a new PoV section, I do it in a new document. I title it Section #--Character Name (e.g. 12--Feanaro) so that when I click "Save As," it is named how I like to keep my AMC files. This day, though, for some reason, I did not save it.
I typed about three paragraphs and they were crappy. They were so crappy that I got depressed and went to do something else. Probably play Zuma or read The Onion. But I left the story open in case I got inspired.
Johnny the Boss came in at one point and asked me to do something. No problem. I went to close out the screen I was viewing and the Feanor chapter popped up. I accidentally clicked the little X in the corner to close that out too. Shoot. It prompted me to save before closing. And I accidentally clicked "No."
I tried to ignore Feanor laughing at those three crappy, lost paragraphs, and I tried to lament their leaving, but alas, I could not.
So I gave up on Feanor for the moment. But a few months later, I got my courage back again and plunged back into his chapter. All was going great until I finished it and realized that Feanor had created for me a subplot that was entirely outside the realm of possibility. I mean, I would flame myself for writing a chapter like this. It was a dangerous, stupid premise.
So the chapter had to be rewritten.
Being as it's the holidays and I'm really busy, I decided to get an early start on the rewriting. I read over it and started to make some changes.
The next day, I popped in the disk to email the file to myself, in case I wanted to work on it at home. Lo, the file--with all of my changes--was corrupted and would not recover.
(Luckily, I have backups of all of my chapters at home, after losing a PoV section and some small bits a few months ago when my RamBo decided to stop working.)
Once again, I could practically hear Feanor laughing....
So I started the rewrite again and made some progress that will hopefully please him. I hope that I don't come in tomorrow and find the disk missing or the office burned down. I almost saved it to the hard drive of my old computer but then decided that I didn't want Feanor ogling his wife on my work comp and so saved it to disk instead. Good thing, as the changes would have gone away with the old computer this afternoon.
Another good thing about my new computer: It has USB ports!! Yes, my old one was so old that it did not have extra USB ports. I have a USB key that I use to save all of my writing, but of course, I couldn't use it at work. Now I can carry it from work to home and won't have to email myself documents anymore.
Speaking of data backup, I know that I and a few others on my flist have had data loss problems this year. My dad--who is a geek--recommended a prudent solution: a data deposit box. Data Deposit Box is a company that backs up your work for you, automatically, whenever your computer is idle. You can access it anywhere, and it costs a whopping penny per MB. So to back up all of my stories will cost me eight cents a month and saves me the headache of having to do file backups and keep copies in places outside of my home, lest the building burn down or something. I know how sick I felt when I thought that I'd lost the whole last bit of AMC. Picture your favorite work. Picture it utterly gone. Now back up your work!
Oh, just so everyone knows, AMC will be posted on Thursday night, as Bobby and I will be going to Hershey Park this weekend for our annual holiday pilgrimage. Now, feeling our oats as independent people with a bit of an actual income, we are staying overnight, so I will answer comments on Sunday or Monday.
Also, I am getting an onslaught of old LJ comments. Whatever problem there was must have been fixed...I hope. I'm proud to note that most of them I caught by relentlessly trolling my old posts for new comments, but if you get a really late reply from me on something, that's why.
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