A New Computer

After months of problems with my laptop, and far too many visits to the Apple Store, I finally have a new computer.

(The details: MacBook Pro, a little over one year old, still under warranty. A recurring but sporadic problem turning it on, with attempts to solve it including a new motherboard and then a new top case. This work lead to new problems, and more repairs, including a second new motherboard. When the original problem recurred, they finally gave up and gave me a replacement).

Through it all, I’ve discovered how deeply dependent I am on computer gear.

All I really need to write is a notebook and a pen (well, several, because they persist in running out of ink, or simply running away). Paper, ink – I can write. This is particularly useful when I’m waiting – in an airport, for an appointment, to drive someone else after an appointment. I can sit, and write, and often get some really good work done.

But to put it all together – in a novel – I want a computer, Word, Scrivener, Google. If I had to choose between a library and Google for research, it would be Google all the way. Other writers I know are equally devoted to their gear – rarely as techies – just as people who find these are really useful tools for doing what we do.

And so I will boot up my new baby with great pleasure, move the dock, find my favorite screen image, reload Scrivener (my darling husband did all the other setup stuff), and be thankful.

Maureen