September 14th, 2010

  • lizhand

Weirdo Tuesday

I know, NONE of this is funny if it's happening to you — but it isn't, is it? 

A severe migraine causes Englishwoman to speak with a French accent, yet another syndrome/disease I now have to worry about:

Irish PM Brian Cowen  is accused of being drunk & hungover on-air.  I am stone-cold sober as I write this:

Maybe this is what Cowen saw, which confused him:

I'm holed up at the cottage, doing a total rewrite of The Novel Formerly Known As Wonderwall, now titled Radiant Days.  That rascally Rimbaud does have a way of taking over one;s life ....

  • pgdf

A Move, and Writing Memories

After 31 years at the same address, Deborah and I are in the process of moving. The new place is just about a mile away, so we retain our Lovecraftian ambiance.

I'll publicize the new snailmail here, so it gets disseminated as widely as possible:

197 Medway Street
Providence, RI 02906

As you might imagine, the process of sorting and packing three decades of possessions is tremendous. On September 8, a 26-foot trailer arrived, and after five hours became 3/4 filled with just books. More hefting on the 20th.

Going thru the closet where I keep old manuscripts, I came across the typewriter my parents bought me in highschool, on which I later typed college papers. I carried this machine to Hawaii (and back to RI) at age 17, convinced I would become a writer by sheer effort. Nothing happened, natch.

When I did begin to write successfully, our first computer was a Commodore 64. Here's the writing software for it, and its successor.

The C64 had a forty-character display. For the young'uns among the readers: the machine had no hard drive. When booted, it displayed the operating system prompt. To turn it into a word processor each morning, you inserted the floppy disk into the external drive and loaded the software yourself. Because the disk was copy-protected, you just prayed it never developed a flaw. I wrote many stories and a novel on the C64, handling that disc hundreds of times.

Then we graduated to a Commodore 128. Wow, 80-character display! Note the greasy fingerprint on the disc from daily handling.

What an ancient era!

Posted by Paul DiFi.