The curse of Wednesday the 13th

Tonight I wrote some more of my time travel novel, and then my phone decided to delete everything I’d done for the last half hour, which left me enraged. I rewrote from memory what I’d just written, but under these circumstances it never feels as good as you remember it being. Still, a few extra hundred words closer to completing it, which is a few extra hundred words more than I’d written up to this point this year.

I had a frustrating day at work. It started very early, with a 7:30 call nobody had remembered to tell me was cancelled, and went on until six thirty this evening, when I went home, put baby to bed and then crashed out on the bed myself for half an hour, after which I had to get up and do two more hours work, and then I had to go back to the office to pick up my work computer because my home computer had decided to start acting up. This was not a good day for me and technology, whether it was writing my novel or trying to manage enormous databases from afar.or talking to people in other countries, separated by language or time zones.

This can’t go on. Every week for a month it feels like I’ve been working late because something isn’t working properly and the only way to get it fixed is to stay up late. This really can’t go on.

On the positive side, my daughter said “head” today, adding to other anatomical terms she’s already got, like “arm” and “elbow”. Where will we go next?

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