Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Walkabout Wednesday... I'm Pretty Sure That Fate Hates Me

It's Wednesday. Let's go walkabout.

(I'm bringing along a few of my mates as I wander through the vast wilderness of the publishing industry, learning the ins and outs, and having a grand adventure.)

Walkabout, Week 18:

Somehow I made an enemy. For reasons I cannot even fathom, fate has deemed me the Peter Pan to its Captain Hook, the Chicken Little to its Falling Sky, the Dorothy to its Wicked Witch of the West. How do I know this is true?

(Cue "List of Very Telling and Troubling Events")

  1. My laptop--you remember little Byron Austen Dell, whom I took into my home and heart and laptop carrying case only a few short months ago--has been ill. How ill? Please reference the picture I have very conveniently provided. ---> His difficulties began as a simple, yet infuriating error message, which popped up every 30 seconds for several days. It was very annoying. Nothing I did got rid of these messages. The "click here for more information about this error" thingy didn't help at all. Soon thereafter the screen began blacking out for no conceivable reason. Then keys began falling off the keyboard like some kind of computer-leprosy. I have backed the little guy up and am preparing for the worst. *As of this posting, he seems to be improving a bit. Cross your fingers. Momma can't afford a new laptop*
  2. Oh, yes. There's more. I have been unpacking lately. Strange how that always seems to follow packing and moving. In my haste to finish my day's allotment of unpacking so I could do some much needed writing, I did something entirely stupid and probably avoidable. I slammed my finger in a door. The distal-intermediate joint of my digitus tertius took the brunt of the impact (that's just fancy talk for "the top joint of my middle finger). The good news: it's not actually broken. The bad news: It is so stiff and so sore that I can hardly move it, which brings us to #3 on this very depressing list.
  3. The voices in my head are getting louder and more angry. Things have been chaotic lately and I haven't had time to do much writing (that should read any writing, but I find the very idea so tragic that I struggle to admit the extent of my writing deprivation). I was going to rectify this grievous situation yesterday... you know, right after I finished my unpacking for the day. Then I very nearly fractured my finger. I am generally a relatively fast typist (I have on more than one occasions scored over 80 wpm on a typing test--both times in order to qualify for jobs). Typing this post would normally take a couple minutes. I've been at it for 40. Pathetic. And my finger is starting to throb.
  4. But I'm not done. Two sick kids.
  5. Not feeling so hot myself.
Perhaps Fate would accept a box of chocolates or a gift certificate or something. Everyone likes gift certificates. It's like getting cash, only less convenient.

Don't forget I Need Friends Friday right here on... you guessed it, Friday!

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Kristi said...

I'm so sorry!! Maybe a trip up to Kaysville would help?? :)

It was so nice of you to take all the bad luck for everyone this Christmas season. You are such a giver!

Take it easy, okay??

Annette Lyon said...

Poor Sarah. This can only mean that GREAT things are on the way. Right? RIGHT?!

Aubrey said...

Best wishes for your ailing laptop/finger/kidlets/self! Can't wait to see you soon, once you have a chance to settle in.

Melanie J said...

My little Dell is plagued with the same disease. Although...the keys falling off thing was greatly aided and abetted by my toddler.

Jewel said...

Yikes...I hope fate gives you a break soon--sounds like you need it!

Melanie J said...

I'm going to comment on today's post here since people are far less likely to come back and read this than they would be today's post. And my comment is this: I come here often and I comment often and I think we have many things in common, but . . . um, it's not exactly . . . reciprocal. So you kind of have two choices: if you want people to comment, the surest way to do that is to comment on their blogs. They usually return the favor and you develop fun blog friendships that way. But a lot of people don't like the "you scratch my back, I scratch yours" element of blogging and skip it. And I think that's totally fine, too. But it generally translates to less comments. That's what I've figured out over the last year, I guess.

I sure would like to get to know you. I enjoyed Seeking Persephone and now we have the same publisher (but my first two don't come out until next year). And we both love Aubrey, who's my critique partner. So hopefully, I'll get to know you more as I read your blog and maybe we can share a table for lunch at the Storymakers conference in April or something. Good luck with increasing comments! It's pretty fun making new blog friends.


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