When the motherboard crashed on my laptop, I learned that desktops are a better tool to use for scanning and reading or saving 3-400 page books. Dust, air flow, and overheating were also mentioned as the culprit that left this writer blocked, broken, and broke. While I pouted for what I considered a reasonable amount of time and started asking myself questions of Shakespearean proportions such as, “To compute or not to compute?”, minutes turned into hours, hours into days, and days turned into weeks. I'd show that laptop what I thought of it. I could live without it. Never again would I bond with something that could desert me at the most important part of a job search and right before I was supposed to begin an online class and use Blackboard for the very first time. The only thing that saved my fragile sanity as I avoided balancing my checkbook, crunching numbers, and deciding whether to stay with a Windows 7 or leap into Windows 10 was something that had been sitting on my desk like a paperweight since I attended an Apple iPhone class and wrote a previous post, "An Apple a Day or Every Other Day," that destroyed my people pleaser persona and nearly guilted me into going to Confession.
Yes, as I moaned and groaned and procrastinated and avoided the best pity party I was entitled to throw, I spotted the iPhone paperweight and said to it (which was much better than talking to myself now that JAWS could no longer talk to me on my laptop), "You are supposed to be a computer." With my attention diverted from the laptop to the Apple iPhone, I allowed my mind to open a crack and started reading the Learning Ally audio version of iPhone, the Missing Manual. It did not take long to learn how to access my email and even send some, find information on Google, and download books on BARD by using the National Library Service for the Blind and Physically Handicapped app. Once I was back in business, I even started playing with the iPhone. By the time I replaced the laptop, I had made my Apple iPhone the core of my existence and developed an addiction that is surpassed only by political debates. Unlike all technology that makes me feel like an inferior worm, debates make me feel sort of smart and almost young. Politics does not discriminate against people who are overage, under qualified, nor lacking critical thinking skills. The world is a better place, to be sure, because I did not run for City Council or County Commission when I was approached a few years ago.
When my life seemed to be crashing along with my laptop, I did something I truly dislike--coping. With the help of a book, Dreams into Action, I had to make out a list of the things I was doing way back when I was a published creative writer coming up with characters like Admiral Seasalt and Mortimer J. Readabook and start doing them again. Coping allowed me to sit around in my old, faded, flannel bathrobe most of the day, catching up on episodes of Days of Our Lives that I had missed for 25 years, and picking up my knitting needles. Still blocked, I bought the 2016 deluxe, online edition of The Writer’s Market and activated it with only one call to their tech support. Still blocked, but I learned that calling those tech support numbers breaks the monotony and isolation in a writer's day. Coping at its worst came while reading the email from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and other bookstores that reminded me of all of the authors who were not blocked and all of the books that were being published while I sat thinking about how the books on the second shelf of my bookcase would look better on the first shelf and about how all of my DVDs should be arranged in alphabetical order-someday, with Braille labels--someday.
I did not know how long this writer’s block would last. One day, the owner of a used book store reminded me that I am a poet and showed me an unabridged rhyming dictionary. Just knowing that such a marvel would be sitting near my desk woke up my Muse. Today a neighbor sent me an email about an app used by songwriters and musicians. Within minutes, I found reference apps for writers on my Apple iPhone that included Rhyming Zone.
Once I hit the “Publish” key on BlogSpot, I will be officially unblocked. Thank you, Apple, for being a leader and an inspiration for engineers and programmers and making loving what is left so practical and so much fun for everyone.