And I’m taking it rather well, I think…
Remember how last year I went with virtually no connection for months – because it took months to get a repair guy out here? And then he tightened two bolts and went away without addressing the core problem at all?
Granted I should have seen that problem for myself. And now it’s doing it again, and Wildblue has already screwed me in an extremely rude way very recently with no kissing at all, and I do not feel like suffering a repeat of what happened last year.
So I’ve been muddling through with download speeds I could beat with cuneiform on clay tablets but that’s okay! Whatever! Just let me work.
Until of course came the time when it just stopped working. And right in the middle of a project that was going really well at that moment.
You guys want to read a chapter called “Paddle Faster, I Hear Banjos?” or “The Hermitty People’s Armored Brigade?” Well you can’t because they’re not finished. I needed to get pics and refresh my mind on the stories but couldn’t because right in the middle of working I had no connection at all.
The boys will testify that I reacted to this with total nonviolence. Loud, stomping, blasphemous nonviolence.
Calm blue ocean calm blue ocean…Anybody I’ve ever worked with on a creative-type job will tell you that you do NOT interrupt Joel when he’s in his nod. Not if the building’s on fire. Not if you want to stay friends.
Look, it’s hard for me to tell at this stage because I’m too close to it. It might be complete and absolute tripe and I won’t really know until I find some editors on whom to inflict the first draft but it feels pretty good. What it is, is a series of mostly-true tales, see? And reader Benjamin is urging me on with an actual cover I didn’t gimp together myself. We’re still working on it – I think the pistols need to go – but it’s whipping into shape nicely. Wanna see?
And I’ve been making real progress on something to put between those nice covers but my sat connection is taking a dump again and it’s got me rather pissed off because I need that. The dish is wedged to the wall and I’ve fiddled with the angle as much as I can vertically but through the whole range where I have any connection at all the signal really stinks and all yesterday afternoon it disappeared entirely.
Don’t make me angry. My sentences run on when I’m angry.
I’d say screw it, I went years without internet and I can learn to happily do it again. But I enjoy talking to you guys. And frankly I’m about to lose my only reliable income stream and I need to build another. Can’t do that without the connection.
So Uncle Joel is unhappy. But he’s holding it together for the children.