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Oddly OK

I should, by all accounts, be freaking out right about now. Most of my friends and even my daughter are kind of freaking out for me. Which is kind of them, but completely unnecessary.

I started this post on my Alphasmart NEO2 and am finishing it on a 2009 white MacBook unibody laptop.

If you know me, you know that neither of those are my normal every day blogging tools.

Nope, that would be the Mid-2011 MacBook Air that I got September of 2016. That Air is the laptop that wrote most of my first and second book on. I got it off-lease from Micro Center.  It's got some awesome stickers on it. And a tiny bit of sentimental value based on the fact that I, you know, finished the first two books on it and all.

Thursday it died.

I was doing a reset on the SMC and it just never powered back up.  I thought that I had done it with the reset. But, after doing some research on the googles, it looks like it was just probably its time to kick the bucket.

Which sucked, but dig this...I was actually OK with it. No, really. It's crazy, but I am.

I mean, to break it down, here are the facts of the matter.
  • I have a desktop computer. Any final edits or draft revisions, hell -all of the writing-can be done on the desktop.
  • I have an Alphasmart NEO2, distraction free writing tool
  • I have about 11 typewriters I can do first drafts on 
  • I have a shit-ton (that's metric) of notebooks and pens and pencils
In short there is absolutely nothing that will prevent me from writing. Sure, I was using Ommwriter to get some drafting done on my NaNo project, so I needed a way to read the Omm files. 

I have Ommwriter on my iPad. So, that's covered too.

So, it's all covered. Which is why I was oddly OK with that laptop dying. I took it over to my computer guru Friday night (yes, even a geek needs a guru). He did some investigative work on it, tried reseating the battery and a few other things. Still dead.

There are two main things that could be fubar'd about it. The first being the logic board. If the logic board is toast, it's a few hundred dollars to repair. Which is about a few hundred dollars more than I have to spend on it. The second thing that could be dead on it is a daughter-board for I/O functions. That's about $50 to repair. Todd felt it a good idea to start with that. So, we did. 

Now, here's the thing. I am still actually OK with the situation. It's not life-ending for my writing. I think I would be freaking out a lot more if I didn't have a desktop.  

The bummer part is that I do like to do the drafting with Ommwriter (and the iPad just isn't quite the same). Fact is, for my money, there is nothing quite like an Apple laptop keyboard. I really do like typing on them. So, as OK as I am about this, I'm still a little sad to think the Air might be dead. And then I remembered this guy:
Yup. The mid-2009 MacBook that was mentioned at the start of this little bit of meandering ramblings.  I had given it to my mom when I got my MacBook Air. As luck would have it, she had given it to me to get it all updated so she could get to her writing.

So, it's going to be about 2 weeks until I know for sure if the Air is dead dead. And if it is, I'll run the Scrivener update on the desktop (since the 2009 white-body macbook won't support it). 

And if it isn't, then life is truly awesome and I get it back and everything works out.

But the beauty of it is, it is going to all work out anyway. I think that's why I wasn't freaking out about it. Because no matter what, it's all good. 

I'm going to keep writing. Even if it's fucking cocktail napkins. I'll still write. Because, you know...I pretty much have to. 

Oddly OK indeed. 



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