It’s amazing how slow my computer has become. I spend half my time clicking…and double clicking (I probably shouldn’t confess to triple-clicking, because hey, let’s face it, that’s really bad). It takes ages to load anything. And my computer and I have so many falling-outs that we practically don’t talk.
No. We couldn’t not talk. I need my computer too much.
But I’m very sure my computer has a personality of its own.
Do you ever find that?
My computer rules the roost around here. It calls the shots. Gives the demands. Decides what’s working and what’s not. It even dictates when and how long I should use it for. Sometimes, I find if I ignore my computer all day (but leave it on), I come to it and it’s slow and stiff and freezes all the time. Temper tantrums. Meltdowns. My computer has it all.
So yes, I’m thinking some of it might actually be due to it’s overloaded brain. (computers have brains right?) This little laptop holds my life. Really. My writing. My books. My precious novels that the whole world aren’t allowed to see yet. That’s a lot to hold. (Considering how much I rewrite. We’re not talking a few thousand here…we’re talking hundreds of thousands.)
Some of it is attitude. Some of it is overloading.
So we’re going to have a serious cleanup. Photos? (We’re talking a few thousand from China and the Northern Territory). Going (on CDs, not permanently!). Extra documents of those extra-weird ideas that I’m embarrassed to read (let alone open and use)? Going. Music in three formats? Cutting down. We’re going to get tidy and clean and then we’re going to work. Really work.
No more meltdowns. Right, my little computer?