Jennifer McKenzie

Romance--Boy meets girl. Romantic Suspense--Boy meets girl with dead bodies.
Friday, February 09, 2007

Therapy Session With My Computer


Since the gentleman that was going to fix my dyfunctional hard drive didn't want to get the plague, I wasn't able to get any professional help for this baby. As usual, I thought I'd handle it myself.

It didn't go very well.

ME: "So, what's the problem? I'm writing a unique story about Big Foot with a little romance thrown in and you eat 20,000 words.

COMPUTER: "Listen, I did you a favor. That book sucks. You'll never sell it."

ME: "Whatever. That doesn't explain eating SOME of it and not ALL of it. Perhaps you have an "oral" fixation that goes back to your creation?"

COMPUTER: "Don't try that human mumbo jumbo on me. The fact is that you were pounding your head on my keyboard. I had to get back at you somehow. AND I would have eaten all of it, but just the little bit I ate corrupted my disc drive."

ME: "Now hold on a minute. THAT was corrupted long before you ate those precious words. You can't blame my book for that."

COMPUTER: "How about this. You quit giving me some sort of personality and I'll stop torturing you. I'm a MACHINE, dorkbutt. That means that I got a virus, started eating your file and then you cleaned it with a virus cleaner. There's no mystery here. Jeez. Good thing you write fiction.

ME: Well, our time is up. Thanks for coming in. As Lucy Van Pelt would say "That'll be five cents please."

COMPUTER: Muhawhawhawhaw!! Five Cents? Honey, wait until you see the professional's bill.

Yeah, my computer really calls me a dorkbutt.
Okay, no more distracting myself with the lovely Blogger. Back to work.

posted at 4:24 PM by Jennifer ::
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