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Dead Computers and Deadlines

My laptop is dead.

We had been through a lot, like the time I spilled half a cup of coffee across the keyboard after only having him for about a month. My uncle had to rebuild him practically from scratch because apparently French vanilla coffee creamer cannot be completely scrubbed off computer part. Well, after that trauma, he survived through the rest of college and two years of grad school, so I really can’t complain about his performance.

The downside is he died before I could download all of my files. As I watched my computer slow down, then freak out, I could feel myself internally screaming, MY FILES! MY SUPER IMPORTANT AUTHOR FILES!

Then, I remembered that I’m paranoid and a bit OCD, so I constantly send myself files as a way of backing them up. The bad news is I didn’t organize them in any form, so I need to comb through my email and flashdrive. The good news is I found most of them and have backed them up… again. The other semi-bad news is they’re a little old, so I need to go back and update them with fixed typos and new links. Overall, the outcome isn’t too bad for suddenly losing my computer and everything in it.

In the meantime, I’m using my mom’s laptop until my new one arrives, and I WILL be meeting the deadline for The Earl and the Artificer, which is coming out January 30th. Take that, entropy!


 

If you’re interested in picking up a copy of The Earl and the Artificer, you can find it here for 99 cents for a limited time.

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Age and the Awkward Authoress

The age of the author is often brought up when discussing young adult novels written by middle-aged authors or older authors writing about younger characters, but young authors tend to fall to the side unless they are exceptionally young.  This isn’t going to be a post about young people griping about “the man” or older people.  Most of my friends are older than I am, and I enjoy their company immensely. Recently, my age has come up several times when talking about my writing or books.

I’m twenty-three and am currently working toward my masters in creative writing.  I went directly from high school to getting my bachelors to getting my masters.  Somehow I always feared if I stopped, I would lose momentum or be talked out of working toward my next degree.  Apparently, I look young according to other adults.  Not sure what that means exactly. Sometimes I wonder if they expect a twenty-three year old to be in a business suit sitting demurely behind a desk or wearing a uniform at McDonalds.  I have a chubby face and wear jeans, t-shirts, flannel shirts, and hoodies, which constitutes looking young even though most of the people in my class dress the same way and are often older than I am. Continue reading

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