Good problems

The best technical problems are solved by the simplest methods. For instance, my Internet connection stopped functioning sometime on Monday night. This was curious given the history of uptime. While constant outages and connection issues marred the first year of the DSL experience, for the last four years I’ve been connected almost continuously. At one point the modem needed replacement; that ate a few minutes. Otherwise it has been rock solid.

So the no Internet thing bothered me, especially since all configurations have been identical for the last year. And that was the problem: everything was the same. The exact same router has been running for nearly six years; it gave up the ghost on Monday. Which was perplexing, because even on close inspection it appeared operational. Once it quit talking to the modem correctly, the net result was no Internet for me.

Swapped out the old and busted for a new lovely and everything sang. Rack up one in the “buy to fix” column.

To celebrate my return to connected land, I emailed the agent for his thoughts on the novel…

Feeling better

Between a funeral and road trip, it’s been a very long, rough week. Until Friday, averaged five hours of sleep for too many nights in a row and logged three times more car miles than normal.

Thinking out loud about the agent situation – i.e. no news yet, twelve days left on the clock – with The Wife, she shared a very good analogy.

A man is lost at sea. Delirious, God appears in a vision, and promises a rescue if he trusts in signs.

Moments later, a small fishing boat appears and the owner tosses out a preserver; the man declines. This was not the sign he expected. Two hours later a barge approaches, the crew also offers assistance. Again the man refuses. Surely God intended something grander than a battered dinghy and a rusty barge.

A faithful man, he waits. Patiently he holds out for the “big one” and lets nothing distract him.

Eventually, he drowns. Meeting God, he asks why the sign never materialized. The response: “I sent you two boats. What more did you expect?”

When the wisdom of this sank in, I made a list of as many signs – some small, many inconsequential – that happened along the history of this manuscript. I’ve been a bit too fixated lately on a big sign, without recognizing the more subtle ones. Looking at them with different eyes, some are far from inconsequential.

A very small extract:

1)After months of frustration, spent 60 consecutive writing sessions in a row working on the same 50 pages. The only goal, write 50 pages that read like a book. Made a deal with myself. If I could write something that I truly felt was up to snuff, I would continue. If not, to quote Mark Twain, I’d go pound wood. Never tested my hammering skills.

2)Handed a draft over to The Eight. From that, gathered good feedback and discovered a great way for field testing writing projects. One of The Eight punted on their reading duties, and enrolled a SWAT guy who became one of the weapons and technical consultants.

3)First agent approached about the book agreed to review the entire manuscript, rather than dicker around with synopsis and twenty-five page extracts.

And there’s others.

Memorial

On the passing of Geneiveve Busfield 1916-2006, it was the greatest pleasure to know you, to see you, to love you. The loss of your presence weighs heavy on my heart, but so many signs of you abound that I scarcely feel like you are gone.

For the best parts of you passed down through the generations: kindness, beauty, intelligence, reason and humor. Each time my wife smiles, I see a bit of you and remember.

Because you never left us. You just went home.

Crazy times

From the good news department, the Wife got into her graduate school of choice. Congratulations to the Wife! I’m looking forward to her new academic endeavors.

Lots of strangeness hitting all at once. More tomorrow…