So for the last three years I’ve been writing on a teeny tiny 10.1 inch netbook (and that’s ridiculous). THREE YEARS and three novels on the smallest keyboard known to man.
But not any more! I have a new best friend:
Isn’t it just lovely?! The keyboard is so nice to type on, it’s like my fingers are in hyper drive. Full. Of. Awesome. It’s fast, and shiny, and FAST.
If I were a better poet, I’d write it a love poem. But I’ll save you that experience.
My revisions are going quite smoothly on the new toy. I’m not sure if it’s the inspiration and ease of the new computer or just that things are clicking, but either way I am a HAPPY GIRL. (Not to mention that I have some of the most awesome beta readers ever helping the revising along!)
Funny story. (Not really, but I like to tell stories even if they aren’t funny, so humor me.) In 2009 I wrote my first novel…well, the first whole novel I ever wrote. And I thought, hey, I need a laptop so I can transcribe all of these notebooks (yes, a handwritten novel) into a word doc and figure out what to do next! So I bought a netbook and told myself that if I kept at it, one day I’d buy myself a nice laptop.
It’s pretty obvious three years later that I’m keeping at it. In fact, I’ll never give up the joy I’ve found in writing these silly books (that aren’t silly at all, it’s just a fun word).
You tell me, have you promised yourself anything like this? Have you followed through on that promise?