I've fallen behind on my NaNoWriMo word count this week. Significantly. Obligations and responsibilities and happenstances, oh my! At least I can refuse to take credit for the happenstances.
The old computer finally gave up the ghost. I saw it coming and didn't even need to rely on my astute precognitive prowess to foretell it. Poor thing had been making an awful racket for quite some time--somewhat akin to the sound a car with a manual transmission makes when the driver doesn't understand the purpose of a clutch.So, I stripped the old girl of her goods. I pulled out the three hard drives and plugged them into the new PC I had purchased a while back anticipating her untimely demise. So I now have 2.7 terabytes of disk space spread out among four internal hard drives. My USB external drive brings the count to five. I hooked up the old VGA for a second monitor and am now pondering the next purchase.
Laptop or desktop, that's the decision I now must make. I love the expandability of desktops, but appreciate the benefits that portable units provide. And I do have the Orson Scott Card Writing Workshop coming up next month. (T-Minus 37 days and counting.)I'm hesitant to spend the bigger bucks on a laptop, however. There just aren't that many times I need the portability. My foresight sees only two days in June that warrant one. And I do have my Android tablet if I were to suddenly be whisked away on a business trip.
But busy pursues me. My son is getting married Saturday. Mother's Day is Sunday. A six-day workweek awaits me beginning Monday. I have writing to critique. I have short stories waiting to be finished. And my NaNoWriMo project refuses to write itself.
And I can't shake that nagging suspicion that busy will be a little less persistent once my NaNo month has concluded. Is that not the way of things?
