Urgh, aargh
Oct. 25th, 2013 11:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThere's nothing like costing yourself a hundred and twenty bucks with a moment of rank stupidity to start your day.
I have a novella, due to appear from Per Aspera Press (yay!). More on that later.
It's a while since I wrote it, and I thought it might be good to read it through before I address![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
calendula_witch's editorial commentary.
I'm old-fashioned; I like to read manuscripts on paper, and scribble on them. I'm very old-fashioned; I have an actual printer sitting on my desk, to facilitate this. So I requested and required the machine to print out the novella.
As you know, I am stupid. Even before I pressed the button, I had noticed that the Laptop of Utterable Delights was perched atop the printer, and had thought "I should move that." But then I got distracted by the mess on my desk that would prevent me refilling the paper tray when it would be needed; and then Karen called me out to a phone-call; and then I drifted into the garden to do a little weeding; and what with one thing and another, I didn't remember that I was printing until I came back into the study and found that I wasn't. Because the laptop had of course blocked the smooth flow of paper out of the machine, and the backed-up sheets had of course caused a jam - and the jam was so severe it had bucked a roller past mending.
So - as I have a nearly-new toner cartridge for this machine, and as I have all the drivers installed and working and so forth - off we go to buy another of the same, at twice the price (for the first one was a bargain). Grr, bah, humbug. But I need a printer. We're going to England next week; we need data in solid form. It ain't real unless you can fold it up and shove it in your pocket.
I have a novella, due to appear from Per Aspera Press (yay!). More on that later.
It's a while since I wrote it, and I thought it might be good to read it through before I address
calendula_witch's editorial commentary. I'm old-fashioned; I like to read manuscripts on paper, and scribble on them. I'm very old-fashioned; I have an actual printer sitting on my desk, to facilitate this. So I requested and required the machine to print out the novella.
As you know, I am stupid. Even before I pressed the button, I had noticed that the Laptop of Utterable Delights was perched atop the printer, and had thought "I should move that." But then I got distracted by the mess on my desk that would prevent me refilling the paper tray when it would be needed; and then Karen called me out to a phone-call; and then I drifted into the garden to do a little weeding; and what with one thing and another, I didn't remember that I was printing until I came back into the study and found that I wasn't. Because the laptop had of course blocked the smooth flow of paper out of the machine, and the backed-up sheets had of course caused a jam - and the jam was so severe it had bucked a roller past mending.
So - as I have a nearly-new toner cartridge for this machine, and as I have all the drivers installed and working and so forth - off we go to buy another of the same, at twice the price (for the first one was a bargain). Grr, bah, humbug. But I need a printer. We're going to England next week; we need data in solid form. It ain't real unless you can fold it up and shove it in your pocket.