Yay, technology!

[ysobelle]

I was shopping around a little for a thumb-drive today-- a tiny harddrive you can put on your keychain, useful for moving small files back and forth. I still can't figure out how the hell to hook up my laptop and my desktop, and all the files for my novel are on the laptop. So I'm thinking, and I'm thinking, and I can't figure out how to make this work. I want to back up the novel NOW, but I don't want to spend $70-something on a drive I won't use once cyberthorn, bless him, comes over next week to show me how to network my two Macs.

And then it hits me. What do I have that hooks up to my computer and carries files around? My camera!

So, thanks to my glorious little FujiFilm A310, I now have my novel-- what there is of it-- backed up onto my G4. In celebration thereof, here's a bit more of it. Im dithering about serialising it in order-- selectively-- or just posting random bits. Opinions welcome on that. On the thing itself, as well. I don't know that I want to post the whole thing, as I'm never sure just who's reading, though I might do it on Tangentland, which was supposed to be a writer's group, anyway. Again, opinions welcome.





*****

"Old money and wise investments," I mused, not for the first time. Hmph. I'll say.I felt stupid now, standing uninvited on his doorstep. Oh, hi. I just happened to be in the neighbourhood. Half an hour from home. At a quarter to midnight. On an everything's-closed-Monday. Pure coincidence. What was I supposed to tell him? "I'm so sorry, but this strange, overwhelming compunction to come down and see you took me over, and here I am." It's not that most guys wouldn't choose to think that sort of thing impulsively romantic rather than mildly obsessive-compulsive. It's just that I'm not sure of my own opinion on the matter.

I sighed and traced my fingers over the wrought-iron acanthus leaves of the ornate door handle. I just wish I could...just talk to him for a while.

The door swung slightly, unlatched.

I stared, slack-jawed, with a sudden cold stab of panic that froze my joints. In a neighbourhood like this, where the combined income of any three households was equal to the GNP of a small European country, people did not leave their doors unlocked. Unable to think, I couldn't remember if he had an alarm system installed. My G-d, he HAS to. But if he does, why isn't it going? Maybe it's silent. Maybe he didn't turn it on? Maybe he's not even home. But if he is...?

Drymouthed, heart pounding, I shoved the door open boldly, so that it smacked into the marble foyer wall with a resounding crack.

"Reise!"

No answer.

Comments

[thorn]

Nice bit of thinking with the camera.

[ysobelle.livejournal.com]

Grin!


Thank you!

[maci-house.livejournal.com]

[matt] For a serialized type of thing....the email list could be perfect for it, as long as you're not concerned with publishing, that is. Private or not, we don't control yahoo groups, ya know?

That aside, the other thing is that tangentland is an already established audience, so you have that going for you. How would you do it, just announce one day that you will start posting bits of it, etc?

I enjoy reading your posts and would look forward to reading more of the prose format....you already do that with LJ entries, but a novel has more of it, obviously. Is your novel completely fact, or some fiction, or fantasy/whatnot? I love the idea of starting with fact and then enhancing it, revivifying it, etc.

[ysobelle.livejournal.com]

Well, I DO know who reads on Tangentland as I moderate the list. And I do want to publish this one day. Hm. I'm just not sure in which direction I'm gonna go. Knowing someone's going to read it will definitely keep me writing, but I don't want to let it go completely into realms where, well, anything could happen, you know? I might send a feeler to the sleepy denizens of T-Land and see if they mind being awakened.

It's a fantasy novel, btw. Part of the genre they call "urban fantasy," where city meets, well...not-city. Which city it is should be obvious!

[smileitsme.livejournal.com]

OK, this non-reader is hooked! Give us more! Thank you! :-)

[ysobelle.livejournal.com]

Heh-- I shall! Thank you!


And I know that room where he was signing, I'm fairly sure. Went to a meeing of the Friends Select Alumni Association there-- they'd remodeled it after I left....

[smileitsme.livejournal.com]

The room where he was speaking was the theater and then he went into the room that is off to the right of the front doors; meaning when you walk in the front doors & turnaround to your left, there's a small room. That's where he was.

We walked out of the theater & formed a line in the hallway & then walked in that room, he signed the book & we left. How cool! Gotta run.....dinner guests are here!