Sat, 07 Feb 2004
More excuses
The blood test results came through: I am not, indeed, dying
of Kuru or Rabies -- or indeed of anything, as far as the vet
can tell. This would be good news, if I wasn't so far gone in
existential despair that it made no difference to my state of
mind. Instead I was up until half past two in the morning last
night, discovering that indeed there is no hardware
fault in my new Palm Tungsten T3, nor in the memory card, nor
the keyboard, but instead the crappy excuse for a word
processor has a tendency to undergo the computational
equivalent of a grand mal convulsion when I append more
than one hundred words of text to the draft of the current
novel. Repeatedly.
(Solution: chop draft of novel into two files, back up
regularly, grit teeth, and file a bug report.)
On Monday, Feorag and I are flying out at zero dark o'clock in
the direction of Boston, by way of Amsterdam. (Must remember
to take a bag of aniseed balls as pet treats for the sniffer
dogs at Logan.) While I'm busy having a vacation (not
to mention attending an SF con and various business meetings
in NYC -- I don't do relaxing vacations, I relax
afterwards when I get home again) I fully expect to be
overcome by a frustrating wave of creative ambition, hampered
by a profound lack of time, privacy, and non-crashing word
processors. Experience shows that this is one of the most
effective ways to jump-start a stalled writing process, a
couple of weeks later: let's hope it doesn't mind being
second-guessed.
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