Technologically, it was one of those days that remind me why I prefer analog tools such as fountain pens and paper.
First, Scrivener and I formed a new working agreement: if it stops f@#king with me, I won’t uninstall it.
I worked on a novel yesterday only 1) to find that I was actually editing a version that was in Scrivener’s trashcan and 2) to discover today that everything I’d worked on yesterday was gone.
Much swearing ensued.
After a few minutes of using a hammer to “hit any key to continue” and playing with lighters and kerosene for a more permanent solution, I figured out the problem was that because I was using the program on two computers, Scrivener was confused. Once that was figured out, I went back to my laptop to open Scrivener and it wouldn’t open. Instead it gave me an error message.
Much more swearing ensued.
Then I reopened it on my desktop and it worked.
Much “Huh? What? Really?” ensued.
Then I tried again on my laptop and it opened without me having to change anything. That’s how I know Scrivener is f@#king with me.
After all that was resolved, and yesterday’s work was moved from the trashcan, I started up my printer to print the current draft and my printer announced that it had put itself on a death watch. It told me that parts of it were approaching the end of their working lives.
Much more swearing (and yen counting) ensued.
This means I’ll have to find a way around that alert or will have to finally break down and buy a new printer. As I’ve had the current one for 10 years, and it doesn’t like working with Windows 10, it’s probably something to consider.