Monday, October 31, 2011

Friday, October 28, 2011

Pencil Test

I was looking at my pencil collection, and it occurred to me -- one day my heirs will be sorting through this stuff, and I bet one of them asks, "Why'd she wrap pencils in bubble wrap?"

And someone else will say, "Wasn't Gran a weird old thing?"

Wait 'til they get to the notebooks.

Winter approaches . . .

like a cold breath on the back of your neck.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Friday, October 14, 2011


Could this be any more Montana?*

*technically, this was Wyoming.

Sunday, October 09, 2011

Geekier than thou. A little less geekier than those.

My computer started to overheat on a regular basis.

Even though Macs are notorious for running hot, this was something different. Processes would s l o w way down while the brain tried to keep the heart from exploding.

Or, while the software tried to prevent the hardware from melting. Take your pick.

I googled. And downloaded.

Lots of directions.

Took the plunge. Bought a new hard drive.

While I waited for that to arrive, jury rigged a laptop cooling device.

Then, like Christmas, the night finally arrived. Change the hard drive time. Note, three sets of directions.

Almost there.

Out with the old, in with the new.

Voila. I did it.

This morning, we're running 60 degrees cooler on the CPU.

How changing the hard drive accomplished that, I do not know.

I'm only slightly geeky.

Saturday, October 08, 2011

Home Again, Home Again

 Back from the writer's conference.

Amazed there still exists, folks cowed by computer.

'course, I was writing with pencil bemoaning the fact, apparently classrooms no longer sport pencil sharpeners on at least one wall.

What is this world coming to?

Don't know, Ethel.

Saturday, October 01, 2011


1st day of the writer's conference. Lots freaked about media changes because of new technology.

Those who get over that quickly will be leaps ahead of those who resist.

They're just computers, my dears.

Resistance is futile.

One speaker got me teary-eyed. Laura Munson. The story of how she was published after persisting through years and years of rejection is worth a read.

Laura Munson

In between I played with the camera.

One more day and it's home for me.

Post title comes from Laura's topic today -- how we stand in the way of our success.

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