Works and Lack Thereof
More often than not I dread family get-togethers. It never fails. My sister-in-law, and most of the in-law family, knows I have a love for writing. My sister-in-law's the one who's been paying for my subscriptions to The Writer for the past few years. On the one hand, they're very supportive and curious about my writing. But every time we get together for a visit, they always ask me how my writing's coming along. That's probably one of the worst things you can ever ask an artist. I wish they understood that...
In any case, I'm so tired of them asking me. I also got tired of not having a functioning word processor program. So Jamie and I went to Best Buy yesterday on our way home from the family visit. While I love hanging out with them and getting to see my youngest niece, I just can't stand the embarrassment of having to tell them, over and over again, once again, that I don't have anything solid written. And I don't know how to explain what that means. They just don't get it.
So we stopped at Best Buy. Because while I was ready to leave Kent, I wasn't quite ready to go home. Never mind the fact that I was exhausted from swimming. Haven't done that in a while. First I thought of going to Borders, but the more I thought on it the more I realized I wanted to spend money on something much more productive than resource books. I was going to look through their cultural section for some information, possibly a book, on Spain and the Renaissance. That can wait, though.
My goal at Best Buy was to try to get my hands on a copy of Microsoft Word. There's one small problem with this. That, primarily, being the fact that Microsoft brought out all that Vista garbage recently. So it's next to impossible to find a good copy of Microsoft Word Suite or whatever. The only thing I did find was a copy of Microsoft Works 8. Now, I generally overall dislike Works, but it was the cheapest thing available that was compatible with my practically fossilized system. I'm so out-dated that it's stupid.
Finding out that Works isn't quite as bad as I remember it to be. I just don't like how every time I click on "new document" a whole brand new window pops up on my task bar. That's kind of annoying. With Word, I had the benefit of tabs in the program. Not littering up my task bar. Not sure if I can change that, but I'm not going to complain too much. Because NOW I have a working word processor program with spell check and everything. Which means I can devote more time to writing again.
With this in mind, I've been browsing through my memories over here for a good chunk of the day. Decided to C&P all my Salvador documents over to the hard drive. Just in case something stupid happens to LiveJournal, which has happened in the past. Not to my accounts, thankfully, but you never know. The digital world isn't all as secure as it claims itself to be all the time.
Now that I've got this functioning word processor program, though, I'm not too sure what to do with myself. Jamie said yesterday: "I wish you'd finish your Gradia story." I don't know if I can do that. It's a complete overhaul that just drains the crap out of me. There's so much to write and I don't know where to start anymore. It was easy about a decade ago. What happened?
Then there are all these OTHER ideas I've got. Such as the possibility of writing a series of books based solely on Salvador (I love him so much). Or even Sarai's story, which most of you don't even know about. I just wish I could focus on one absolute task.
In any case, I'm so tired of them asking me. I also got tired of not having a functioning word processor program. So Jamie and I went to Best Buy yesterday on our way home from the family visit. While I love hanging out with them and getting to see my youngest niece, I just can't stand the embarrassment of having to tell them, over and over again, once again, that I don't have anything solid written. And I don't know how to explain what that means. They just don't get it.
So we stopped at Best Buy. Because while I was ready to leave Kent, I wasn't quite ready to go home. Never mind the fact that I was exhausted from swimming. Haven't done that in a while. First I thought of going to Borders, but the more I thought on it the more I realized I wanted to spend money on something much more productive than resource books. I was going to look through their cultural section for some information, possibly a book, on Spain and the Renaissance. That can wait, though.
My goal at Best Buy was to try to get my hands on a copy of Microsoft Word. There's one small problem with this. That, primarily, being the fact that Microsoft brought out all that Vista garbage recently. So it's next to impossible to find a good copy of Microsoft Word Suite or whatever. The only thing I did find was a copy of Microsoft Works 8. Now, I generally overall dislike Works, but it was the cheapest thing available that was compatible with my practically fossilized system. I'm so out-dated that it's stupid.
Finding out that Works isn't quite as bad as I remember it to be. I just don't like how every time I click on "new document" a whole brand new window pops up on my task bar. That's kind of annoying. With Word, I had the benefit of tabs in the program. Not littering up my task bar. Not sure if I can change that, but I'm not going to complain too much. Because NOW I have a working word processor program with spell check and everything. Which means I can devote more time to writing again.
With this in mind, I've been browsing through my memories over here for a good chunk of the day. Decided to C&P all my Salvador documents over to the hard drive. Just in case something stupid happens to LiveJournal, which has happened in the past. Not to my accounts, thankfully, but you never know. The digital world isn't all as secure as it claims itself to be all the time.
Now that I've got this functioning word processor program, though, I'm not too sure what to do with myself. Jamie said yesterday: "I wish you'd finish your Gradia story." I don't know if I can do that. It's a complete overhaul that just drains the crap out of me. There's so much to write and I don't know where to start anymore. It was easy about a decade ago. What happened?
Then there are all these OTHER ideas I've got. Such as the possibility of writing a series of books based solely on Salvador (I love him so much). Or even Sarai's story, which most of you don't even know about. I just wish I could focus on one absolute task.