My new computer arrived on New Year’s Eve. It only took me four days to do all the updates and cleanups. Probably would’ve been faster if I had done something useful Christmas Day instead of sleeping through it.
I love this machine. Frigging love it. If I have a choice if and when it comes time to replace it, I’ll be getting another Lenovo. The keyboard is awesome for writing anything, which is the main thrust of what I do. This little beastie is FAST, too. I wasn’t expecting it to be this fast, certainly not before I threw in more RAM. This little monster is faster with its 4GB of RAM than hubby’s desktop is with its 8GB.
I got the feedback from the author. It was meh. I could live with the fact that he wasn’t in love with my work and would’ve appreciated some honest constructive criticism. Instead I got that it is too formulaic, which is laughable on more levels than I can count. One, formula is a selling point in this market. Two, the author in question is the king of formulaic. I’ve got a couple of other folks who are supposed to review it and my son said he expects them to rip my book apart.
Know what? I’d rather have the brutal truth than something wishy-washy. I would prefer compliments, naturally. Who wouldn’t? But yeah – give me the unvarnished truth , first and foremost.
Either way it won’t stop me from writing. That’s been a compulsion from the time I could put a pencil to paper. But I will embrace something that helps me become a better writer, even if it’s trashing my work.