I found to my amazement how important my poetry and novels are to me. I wasn’t sure because I have had trouble finding the time to write these days. I wonder is it writer’s block? Am I really cut out to be a writer?
It looked like my computer was failing. It wouldn’t take a charge. So I went to the Apple store and they told me that my computer was too old and it was doubtful I could get a new battery for it, even online, at the Apple Store. So I phoned batteries plus and voila! a new battery. But the problem stayed the same.
I went to ask.com and asked anyone if they had any idea of what was going on. Two people did– but I couldn’t do what they suggested– the computer wouldn’t shut down.
I then took it to another Mac store and the technical guy thought it was another piece that would be completely impossible to obtain anywhere. So I bought a flash drive and to my surprise the only thing I I hoped I had time for was to get my poems and my novels off the hard drive before the computer died.
So I loaded all the writing– and then the client work onto the flash drive. Suddenly I noticed that the computer was suddenly charging.
Yesterday a friend said that I might have had too many documents in my computer and it was drawing down more energy than the battery and powercord could deliver.
So today I threw out more files that I no longer needed. And the power is still 100%.
The point it that if I had been able to get only one thing off that computer it was the poetry, then the novel. Everything else was way down on the list. Surprise, I am a writer.