Eva Pasco's Blog - Posts Tagged "panic"
Eva’s Byte #235: Curtains—or, so I Thought!
Well, another nice mess I’d gotten myself into!
Not one to shy away from writing about my mechanical ineptitude or lack of tech savvy, it’s easy for me to trip wires. The latest mishap occurred while flying through the air with the greatest of ease on my keyboard trapeze.
In the midst of drafting chapter 36 within my Work in Progress, the metaphorical lights went out. The “view” of my document metamorphosed into read mode, the tool bar disappeared, and editing was not enabled.
A doomsday prepper prepared for life’s uncertainties, such as a computer crash, I am mindful of safeguarding my document by emailing myself copies to two accounts at the end of each writing session. So, undaunted, I downloaded one of the reserve copies, and moved it to the file my novel occupies.
Horrors! A cloned copy in read mode under the same restrictions!
Now panicking, thinking it was curtains for me, I placed a call to my computer tech. Lo and behold, I had to leave a message. Darn! A writer who burns the midnight oil, it’s hard for me to believe there are people who set reasonable limits to their work day.
Like Mr. Magoo, the cartoon character, I stumbled upon the solution purely by accident or Divine Intervention. With nothing to lose, I clicked on the tippity top of the screen in my document.
Voila! Thenceforth, I was able to get the toolbar back, and navigate view mode from there.
I’m back in the saddle, resuming my journey along the arduous trails of a writer.
Necessity is the mother of ingenuity!
Authors Den Page:https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Not one to shy away from writing about my mechanical ineptitude or lack of tech savvy, it’s easy for me to trip wires. The latest mishap occurred while flying through the air with the greatest of ease on my keyboard trapeze.
In the midst of drafting chapter 36 within my Work in Progress, the metaphorical lights went out. The “view” of my document metamorphosed into read mode, the tool bar disappeared, and editing was not enabled.
A doomsday prepper prepared for life’s uncertainties, such as a computer crash, I am mindful of safeguarding my document by emailing myself copies to two accounts at the end of each writing session. So, undaunted, I downloaded one of the reserve copies, and moved it to the file my novel occupies.
Horrors! A cloned copy in read mode under the same restrictions!
Now panicking, thinking it was curtains for me, I placed a call to my computer tech. Lo and behold, I had to leave a message. Darn! A writer who burns the midnight oil, it’s hard for me to believe there are people who set reasonable limits to their work day.
Like Mr. Magoo, the cartoon character, I stumbled upon the solution purely by accident or Divine Intervention. With nothing to lose, I clicked on the tippity top of the screen in my document.
Voila! Thenceforth, I was able to get the toolbar back, and navigate view mode from there.
I’m back in the saddle, resuming my journey along the arduous trails of a writer.
Necessity is the mother of ingenuity!
Authors Den Page:https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Eva’s Byte # 423 – Fob, Fob, Fobbin’ Along
Last Friday on June 2nd, all things were in accordance to my planetary alignment for foraging on the beach: Sabin Point’s tide at .8 feet @ 11:00 A.M., my time of arrival, and ebbing to .2 feet by 12:30 P.M., my time of departure; temperature hovering in the 70s at the shore; sunshine and a light breeze.
Bob, bob, bobbin’ along I went along the stretch of beach collecting nature’s bounty: a variety of seashells; obsidian—shiny, black, volcanic glass; assorted pieces of sea glass.
Having filled my satchel, I prepared to leave.
Fob, fob, fobbin’ along with the key fob, I could not for the life of me, unlock the door on my vehicle. Panic set in. All keyed up, I sat on one of the benches overlooking the ocean and called for roadside assistance. While engaged in conversation, I “fobbed” the unlock function on the key fob. Lo and behold, it worked, so I cancelled the call.
Of course, somewhat calmer returning to my vehicle, I discovered what I’d overlooked due to relying on a remote device—I could have unlocked the door on the driver’s side with the key itself.
Ruh-roh!
Conducting preliminary research, I’ve learned the battery in a key fob lasts 3 to 4 years at best. This has prompted me to replace the battery in order to avoid another rude awakening when I least expect it. The store clerk said the battery’s shelf life was more like 2 to 3 years, depending on usage.
In the capacity of a writer, I’m bob, bob, bobbin’ along drafting Chapter 35 (622 words thus far) of my Contemporary work in progress.
*When it comes down to safeguarding our well-being, may each of us build in periods of relaxation to recharge our batteries.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
Bob, bob, bobbin’ along I went along the stretch of beach collecting nature’s bounty: a variety of seashells; obsidian—shiny, black, volcanic glass; assorted pieces of sea glass.
Having filled my satchel, I prepared to leave.
Fob, fob, fobbin’ along with the key fob, I could not for the life of me, unlock the door on my vehicle. Panic set in. All keyed up, I sat on one of the benches overlooking the ocean and called for roadside assistance. While engaged in conversation, I “fobbed” the unlock function on the key fob. Lo and behold, it worked, so I cancelled the call.
Of course, somewhat calmer returning to my vehicle, I discovered what I’d overlooked due to relying on a remote device—I could have unlocked the door on the driver’s side with the key itself.
Ruh-roh!
Conducting preliminary research, I’ve learned the battery in a key fob lasts 3 to 4 years at best. This has prompted me to replace the battery in order to avoid another rude awakening when I least expect it. The store clerk said the battery’s shelf life was more like 2 to 3 years, depending on usage.
In the capacity of a writer, I’m bob, bob, bobbin’ along drafting Chapter 35 (622 words thus far) of my Contemporary work in progress.
*When it comes down to safeguarding our well-being, may each of us build in periods of relaxation to recharge our batteries.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
