Why I have a love/hate relationship with Technology

First off, I would like to know WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY we can put a man on the moon, but we can't get rid of menstrual cramps. I'm telling you, the second thing I do when I walk through those pearly gates (after greeting and having a LONG conversation with the King) is hunting down that Eve chick and shaking the crap out of her for placing this curse on womankind. Anyway, for the first time in a long time, I had to spend the day in bed, it hurt so bad to move. ICK.

That Man, being male, did his duty by me at the mention of female malfunctions, handed me the laptop and took the kiddos so I could have a little peace.

If ever there was an argument for God, this would be it. Despite all our attempts to be God and "fix" the things that He made, we are still fighting the age-old female plague. Don't give me your talk of the pill and all that garbage. It don't work on me. All it does is make my body think it's pregnant, which means I puke 24/7. Yippee. Nope, we don't have it all figured out.

Anyway, I am WAY behind on the Nano goal. So I decided to be productive in my pain. And I got nearly 10K written. I've decided to treat this like an editorial deadline, and act like I have a contract riding on the end of the month. The reassuring thing about technology is that it allowed me to obsessively track my progress with a click of a button rather than having to stop and manually count. Score one for the computer nerds.

But, because I do have a job to do, I decided that I should probably earn my keep and *gasp* get some work done. Okay, I do it every day. However, despite my best efforts, it looks like I got nothing done. Why? Because of technology. I finally gave up trying to make this one set of code work. I'm going to give it a go tomorrow on the desktop, I think. The problem with the laptop is the touch mouse, I don't care what anyone else says, does not give me the precision a regular mouse gives me and I can't c&p properly to save my life. So I wasted a couple of hours on a project that I still can't get right because technology won't let me do what I want to do. I know, wah, wah, wah, but if you were at my house, you'd have heard me screaming all sorts of bad words.

As for the book-that lovely piece of explosive (pun intended) literature that I've been working on most of the day-well, it's coming along nicely. I'm almost (FINALLY) getting the H and the h in the same room, however, as an uninvited secondary character informed me, my H is not yet ready to actually see her yet. I also apparently like tormenting pregnant women, because I have yet another pregnant heroine in the hospital. It does advance the plot, which is good, because I accidentally messed up the way I was getting to the next point and this does the job nicely. It's so irritating when characters take over and decide that the nice clean way you've created to get them where they need to be blows up in your face. Literally. But it's all good. She's facing her demons, he's facing his demons, and in about another 40 pages, they'll be facing each other-and realizing that they're each other's demons. Give me another couple hundred pages and that realization will smack them in the face with the truth that they are their own demon and until they get a little Sword of the Spirit action going, those demons ain't going nowhere.

Fortunately, the one thing technology has yet to do is control my very fertile imagination. However, I would definitely support a device (that I control, naturally) that would just extract these thoughts from my brain and put them to paper for me. By the time my hands get the original thought on paper, my brain is twenty steps ahead and I've forgotten what goes in between.

Finally, I really hate this new Blogger Beta piece of garbage. The old Blogger was easier. I want it back. *whines*