Friday, April 26, 2013

Explosions in Windows-Land

About two months ago, I switched from Ubuntu to Windows. 
Lucid Lynx to XP. 
Everything went fine for a while. Of course, I had to install twice because of a .dll-error, but that happens. Played Oblivion and Skyrim (didn't like Skyrim, too playstation) and enjoyed having everything so easy. 

Well, this morning, I turn on my computer and get a black screen. 

I was, like, WTF, if you catch my drift. 

Google to the rescue, turns out it's a major something-something. Virus or humongous error or what-not. 

If I had hard liquor in the house, I would have spiced up my coffee. 

Looks like the only solution is re-installing Windows. Yay. 

I'm remembering now why I don't really care for Windows. Sure, it's easy to use and easy to install and everything is compatible, but... it eats things it's not supposed to eat and explodes. 

I've got loads of stuff on my harddrive in dear need of rescuing. Not very happy right now. 

Guess I won't be playing Oblivion on my own computer any more. Or anything else for that matter, other than Mahjongg. Back to Lucid Lynx for me, thank you very much, Windows. 

If liveCD can't help me rescue my files, I get to re-do a months worth of work. So unbelievably happy. 

EDIT Sunday, April 28th

Managed to salvage all my important files from windows. Installed Lucid Lynx, updating it as I write, and everything's fine again. Feels like I can trust my computer again. With windows, there was a constant "what if it'll crash"- cloud hanging on my head. 

Maybe I can get some work done now, and actually get some tutorials published next week :D

Saturday, April 13, 2013


I finished Dragons this morning. 

It's the first draft (which I hardly ever change), and I can't remember if I've gotten all the scenes done. 
But still, I finished it. Put down the final dot, so to speak. 

I don't like finishing books. Every time, it's saying goodbye to characters I've grown to know and love. Every time it breaks my heart to let them go. 

That's why Sha-e-Fa got both a sequel and a prequel... I just couldn't bring myself to part with old friends. It was my first fantasy-novel ever, and I still feel like something is left untold. 

With Dragons, there is no such feeling. The story is told, the book closed, and I know I'll miss it for a long time. 

I didn't cry today, like I did after Jay. I've shed my tears for Dragons a long time ago. 
Why, you ask? Read the book, and find out. 

To bring myself solace, I've played a lot of Oblivion... funny how a game published nearly a decade ago can be so intoxicatingly :::homer-drewl

Just found out yesterday there's mods for it! 
Yes, I'm a bit slow... Anyways, hair was the first thing to change. Lorelei, my third hero, got a brand-new do. 
Now she looks like the mental image of her creator <3

I dont' know when Dragons will be published. If it were entirely up to me, I'd say tomorrow! But for the first time, I'm not alone to blame. 

My Husband's sister is an artist. She paints enchanting, alluring water colors and oil paintings. I asked her if she'd like to make a cover for Dragons, and she said yes. So I'm sorta waiting for the final artwork to arrive. I'm really exited, I've never had a cover custom-made before! 

Tomorrow I'll get to go on a wicked typo-hunt (I have a fresh installation of WindowsXD and my OpenOffice is having hickups on the typo-whatchumacallit, so ugh), and for next week I have lovely treats planned out. 
They've got to do with garments, so be sure to watch my other blog, webshop, and facebook page ;)

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

April 1 Theme: Vintage

I've never regarded myself as a vintage girl. 
I do love the scent of past eras, but wearing something from an age past makes me feel like I'm about to destroy a legacy. 

I'm clumsy. I drop things. 
I break meaningful items without planning it. 

I don't own vintage items. No priceless paintings, books hand-bound in leather, no antiquitity of any sort. 


 Gloves. Simple, durable fabric gloves found from UFF, I think, dating back at least two decades. 
They're perfect for my chilly hands in the spring (sometimes summer, too) and match gothic inspired outfits beautifully. 

Jewelry is hard to break, too. I feel safe with thick silver bands and pendants. 
Mom, knowing my disposition with breakable items, decided to trust me with something she'd gotten when she was young. 
In the sixties, that is. 
Mom watched me bloom from a strange child to a baby-bat, and rewarded me with a ring. 

I remember going through the drawers of her dresser as a kid, trying on make-up, marvelling over her jewelry. 
This ring was always the center-point of my fascination. It's big, it's heavy, and back then, I'd never-ever seen anything like it. 

As I grew into the ring, Mom said it looks better on me. 

I still treasure it. 
It still is the most beautiful piece of jewelry I've ever seen.