We happened to be out shopping last weekend and I ran into a sweet deal (half price, I mean, you don’t pass that up) on the exact model of computer I’ve been wanting. I’d had my old one for 5 years or so and it wasn’t new when I bought it, so I figured it was about time and pulled the trigger. Woohoo. It’s a good thing, right?
I swore I would go home, do my writing for the day and then pop that puppy out of the box and give it a test run. That lasted all of two minutes because that’s about how fast I ripped into the box once we carried it inside. Forgot Windows 10 would probably require an extensive number of updates. Whoosh, there go a couple hours. It’s a good thing, right?
By the time that was done, it was after supper, so I figured I might as well just keep going. Fast forward to 2:00 am when I’m still loading programs and pulling personal files off the extension drive where I keep them. How did I amass this many files? Okay, well, one day of writing lost. Not so bad, I can make that up easy. It’s a good thing, right?
And then…I noticed the colors looked a bit washed out. More than a bit, actually. The graphics card is way better than the one in my last computer…heck, it’s High Def capable, everything should look better than on my dinosaur. Cue hours of fiddling with the graphics settings and monitor calibration and the search for a hidden tickbox that amped up the ability to produce true blacks. Hours? No, days actually. But hey, it’s a new computer, once I get all the settings right, I’ll love it. It’s a good thing, right?
A week later, I’ve made up the lost day of work and managed to get back on track, finally polished up the color settings, and fired up Photoshop to whip up a new Facebook header. Uh oh. Photoshop is running slooooow. How much RAM does this thing have? A couple Gs less than my old computer because I’d added a bunch to that one. The new RAM comes tomorrow, it shouldn’t take me long to install it. It’s a good thing, right?
In the end, it is a good thing. I do love the new computer and look forward to writing many books on it. The whites are nice and bright, the blacks are deep and dark. All the colors in between are vibrant and true, but it taught me a lesson still. All the time I was trying to figure out whether I could make things look like what I was used to, I kept thinking about how flimsy a thing perception actually is.
What if what I was seeing now was better and all those years, the colors of my world had been just a little skewed…slightly off center? How was I supposed to know which was right? New vs. old. What needed adjusting the most? The computer (or world as I see it) or my eyes? It’s these kinds of questions that keep a person up at night. It’s a good thing, right? And hey, since I’m up anyway, I might as well write.
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Melly Woodruff has the worst luck with men. Every time another relationship fails, she jumps on a flight to visit a friend and take her mind off her lack of love. On another broken-hearted trip, a fellow passenger gets out of hand and Wes Truitt, the on board air marshal steps in. It doesn’t take Melly long to remember they’d met before. Because what happens in the airport doesn’t always stay at the airport…
In honor of Gustavia’s favorite day, here are 13 things in random order and of no particular importance whatsoever.
1. I just (not even five minutes ago) finished reading Lauren Graham’s new memoir, I’m talking as Fast as I Can. Loved it and found out some interesting parallels…no, I’m not an actor and I’ve never been to Hollywood, but it turns out we both learned to read before starting Kindergarten. And, apparently, by the same method. Our mothers read to us nightly and we just sort of absorbed the ability. I, however, did not skip forward a grade, even though it was an option, because I went to a one-room schoolhouse until third grade. My teacher just let me do whatever assignments I wanted from any of the grades he was teaching at the time. Messed me up when we changed schools, but it was a great experience.
2. As a mom, I turned around and passed the tradition along to my daughter and co-author Erin Lynn. She was reading at three and I maintain that the gift of reading was the single most important thing I ever gave her. Sometimes I wish I’d given her my weird feet, too.
3. I have weird feet. Do you care? Probably not. Moving on.
4. The weirdest job I’ve ever had involved sitting in front of a pool in a mall waiting for someone to ask me questions about it. In and of itself, there’s nothing strange about the job but, you haven’t heard the whole story. First, I never met my employer. NEVER. And they never met me. I could have been the love child of Bozo the clown and Professor McGonagall with one tooth and a penchant for wearing tutus over my clothes. They would have never known. Second, the mall they sent me to was deserted. Not just by people, but half the stores were already closed. The only people I ever saw were a group of elderly mall walkers. I called in to work from a pay phone and called out when I left. I never saw anyone checking to see if I was there or not. Thankfully, there was still a Waldenbooks left and they had a lovely cart of bargain books for me to spend my pool tending money on. I worked there for three months and never gave out a single pamphlet.
5. I was a Navy wife for five years.
6. Estelle in the Psychic Seasons books is a combination of my two grandmothers with a hint of my husband’s mother thrown in for good measure. All my favorite grandmotherly ladies rolled into one.
7. I once bought a scratch ticket on Friday the 13th and my change at the grocery store came back $6.66. I thought it might be a sign I was going to hell, but I won $50. I think I’ll go to the store today and try my luck again. Maybe I’ll trip over a black cat on the way.
8. The town I grew up in was smaller than Ponderosa Pines. It had a population of under 300 and for one reason or another, I’d visited every house that existed in the entire town by the time I graduated high school. It’s hard to explain to my grandsons that I could knock on any door and ask for help or a drink of water because I would know the person who lived there.
9. I’ve lived in five different states and visited twenty-six altogether. I’m half Canadian.
10. Now we live 3/4 of a mile down a back road in the country and have mutant tractor mice in our yard. That’s what my husband calls them because they keep building nests in the engine of our lawn tractor. Costly nests if you forget to check for them and run the tractor.
11. My dad is psychic. Not like Kat, but he has his moments.
12. My husband has had a few psychic flashes, too. His mom was up the ladder to their attic and he had a vision of her falling. Without questioning it, he dashed to her rescue and caught her as she fell.
13. This was fun.
On or by November 5, 2016 all four Psychic Seasons books will be available for purchase on Nook, Kobo, iTunes, and Google Play in addition to Amazon.
Putting on my reader hat
Kicking off the week of Halloween with a bit of fun, I’m going to be attending Halloween Urban Fantasy Party as both a reader…okay, fangirl…and as a host. I’ll be giving away some books and answering questions from 5:20 EST to 5:40. I read a lot of different genres of books, and am looking forward to chatting with some awesome authors and readers alike. Come on and join the party!
Halloween Urban Fantasy Party
Join the fun as 13 urban fantasy authors celebrate Halloween with special sales, giveaways, and more! Particpating authors: C.N. Crawford, Emma Adams, Lee Dignam, Aimee Easterling, Domino Finn, Marina Finlayson, McKenzie Hunter, ReGina Welling, Brad Magnarella, Bilinda Sheehan, Val St. Crowe, Amy Hopkins, and Jen Rasmussen.
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After being tossed out of heaven, former guardian angel, Galmadriel isn’t like any other angel. Not quite human, yet not fully an angel, the best thing the PTBs can think to do with her is bounce her around so she can solve supernatural problems.
Ghosts that need to find their way home or that purposefully take the wrong path are her bread and butter. To add insult to injury, she is assigned a fledgling pair of guardian angels to train. Julius and Estelle are ready and willing to learn, but they also have a secondary agenda. One that Galmadriel is never supposed find out about.