Gah...
9am... wake up with The Muse very much with me.
Spring forth, pausing only to put on some clothing.
Rush to the computer.
Foom, the words flow like a flood and they are right, the train to complete-project is running ahead of schedule...
But what is this? Something on the tracks?
A virus kills my mouse and keyboard, from whence it came I know not, since virus checker and firewall are intact.
2000 publishable words in about an hour and a half.
Fortunately I have a tablet, so I can save my work, run a deep virus scan/fix and restart.
However, that took a long, long time to complete.
Finally fixed, I restart and sit before the computer again.
Apparently my muse was a virus file on my hard drive, because that's gone now too.
Fuck.
Spring forth, pausing only to put on some clothing.
Rush to the computer.
Foom, the words flow like a flood and they are right, the train to complete-project is running ahead of schedule...
But what is this? Something on the tracks?
A virus kills my mouse and keyboard, from whence it came I know not, since virus checker and firewall are intact.
2000 publishable words in about an hour and a half.
Fortunately I have a tablet, so I can save my work, run a deep virus scan/fix and restart.
However, that took a long, long time to complete.
Finally fixed, I restart and sit before the computer again.
Apparently my muse was a virus file on my hard drive, because that's gone now too.
Fuck.