Tag: computers

The torment!

I was working on the additions to A COVENTRY CHRISTMAS last night, and I got so tired that the monitor was a blur. I took a few pages with me to the couch in the office to read for a few minutes, and the next thing I knew, it was 8 a.m. and Tom was about to leave for work. The couch is a love seat. A big girl can’t sleep on a love seat for five hours without being unable to move her head when she wakes up. (Bonus: two dogs on the back of the love seat looking down at her and breathing dog breath in her face.)

Then, not only did I have to go to the dentist-who-even-though-I-love-him-is-still-a-dentist, BUT THE CABLE MODEM WAS DOWN! All day until now!

And for the first time ever, I’m not shipping something to my editor when he asked for it. Instead of getting it tomorrow, he’ll get it Monday. He’s okay with that–as long as it’s early Monday morning–but I feel like crap. Maybe I’ll even drive it out to the airport late tonight to see if I can get it there by tomorrow afternoon.

I HATE STRAIGHT PEOPLE SEX SCENES. That is all.

Confidential to some TJB readers

Dear Rusty in Indiana, Shoshana in New York, and Chris in–somewhere–

We LOVE hearing from readers who’ve enjoyed the Timothy James Beck novels, and we answer all of our e-mail. But occasionally, our responses are marked as SPAM by Internet providers and returned to us as undeliverable.

Sometimes, the Internet is a bastard, but y’all are great, and we appreciate your kind words and interest in the novels.

Not really spam,
Timothy, Timothy, Jim, and Becky

Eavesdropping

I don’t want to mock the stupid.. You know what? Yes, I do. I want to mock the stupid.

I had occasion to “eavesdrop” on a conversation between someone who was selling a used book. But Seller had a question about something on the copyright page. Here’s the substance of the ensuing conversation (some details are changed to cover my ass, okay?):
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They’re coming to take me away

Apparently, when the Feds asked various companies who provide Internet search engines to turn over their records of all searches made during an “unspecified week,” all of them (including Yahoo) bleated a little lamblike noise that sounded remarkably like, “Okay!” Except Google, who expressed concern about protecting customer privacy (but who I suspect is probably more concerned with protecting proprietary information about how they do that thing they do).
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Happiest of New Years to you

Happy New Year to you all. No big parties here. I tried to buy champagne for a little midnight toast, but it didn’t work out. So I made sausage and cheese balls, because nothing says New Year’s Eve like sausage and cheese balls, right?

I’m designing the little town where my novel is set to make writing easier. Tim was trying to post photos to his photo blog. His photos wouldn’t line up right; my software crashed when I hadn’t saved additions to my town for well over an hour.

Most of the fireworks were coming out of the mouths of the computer-challenged in the home office.