Archive for the ‘not writing (boo!)’ category


Tuesday, 23 March 2010

So, today was the first day when, at last, I could return to my cerebrescript (oh, yes – I’m holding on to this one) and it seems I’ll have to wait a little longer. I went into my office, plugged in the Mac, hit the power button and listened to the glorious sound of powering up, soon followed by the catastrophic sound of spontaneous powering down. There was no dramatic bang, no sizzling pop or stink of frying circuitry, no plume of smoke, just silence. I performed CPR on the power button; no response.
Yes, my Mac has died.
I actually feel quite sad. Apple-haters will say I’m a victim of brain-washing, a devotee of the Apple iCult (hi, my name’s Meaghan and I love my iPhone), but my Mac really was more of a friend than any of the PCs I’ve owned. We have three PCs in the house now, plus I use one at work, and they’re fine. They’re just not…people.
I’ve always felt my iMac was pleased to see me. This morning, I hugged it and begged it to spring back to life, that I hadn’t meant to abandon it for so long or leave it to die of terminal neglect (Get it? ‘Terminal’ neglect!). Oh, how can I joke at a time like this?


My new word

Tuesday, 16 March 2010

Manuscript, derived from the Latin manus, meaning ‘hand’, and the Latin verb ‘to write’. In other words, ‘hand-written’.

But I don’t write my novels by hand (anymore). I’m a new-fangled e-writer. ‘Computerscript’ sounds like something quite different, so that won’t do. More importantly, I’m not sure the device used to create the work is what’s important. Whether it be by hand, ‘puter, voice recorder or [insert other method if you can think of one here], the book is written first in the mind, yes?

So, what’s the Latin for ‘mind’ then? Well, I think it’s mens or mentis or something similar. Hmmm – ‘menscript’? No; that won’t do at all. ‘Mentiscript’? Has a familiar ring to it.

Wait; I have it; ‘cerebrescript’, from the Latin cerebrum, meaning ‘brain’. That is, ‘brain-written’.


OK, let’s use it in a sentence:

One day in the not-too distant future, I hope to return to my cerebrescript, because I miss it very much and hope it will still be my friend after all this time.

Note: I have no idea how Latin works and don’t care; I like my new word.

I might be going crazy…

Saturday, 6 March 2010

The toilet door in our house had a squeak; a loud, reliable squeak that reminded me of a particular Ewok’s battle cry from Return of the Jedi. I asked TB to put some WD40 on the hinges so the door wouldn’t squeak at night. Now the door is quiet.

Too quiet.


Separation Anxiety

Sunday, 21 February 2010

I haven’t written a word since my WYOAD weekend a fortnight ago. I haven’t had a conversation with my characters or come up with an idea that had to be jotted down. I haven’t read anything from the manuscript.

The polite way to describe how this makes me feel is to say it sucks like the last, biggest, badass black hole that will consume the universe a bit. This enforced lay off from my manuscript isn’t because I’m being lazy or pathetic, just the wretched intrusion of my day job’s busiest time of year. I’m at the computer reading and writing and working, but not on my book. It makes me anxious. I worry.

The busy time doesn’t last forever. By the end of next month, I’ll have my weekends and my evenings back. I’ll run back to my book in one of those slow motion scenes across a green field of spring flowers with surging, momentous music in the air, we’ll fall into each other’s arms and promise never to leave each other ever again.

Until next year.

Saturday at the computer (but not in a good way)

Saturday, 13 February 2010

So many things happening today that I would have loved to be part of – QWC‘s Open Day in their new home; Chinese New Year; a sunny day outside – but I had to work. By work , I don’t mean the wonderful work that is writing my @ss off; I mean ‘day job’ work, the stuff that makes sure we have food to eat and a place to sleep. Not really how I like to spend my Saturday, but it’s a crazy-busy time of year and it’s just the way things have to be.


I did get to work at home though sitting in my new command office chair listening to music. That’s a plus, right?