Internetless, sorta…

I’m typing this from the University of Kansas campus.

My DSL connection at home crapped out yesterday afternoon — apparently, AT&T’s DSL hub for the entire city of Lawrence went tits-up. When I called yesterday (after being transferred through the usual tech support queue — Bombay, India to St. Louis, MO), they confirmed that the main hub was out, and that there was no ETA for it to be back up.

When I woke up this morning, still no joy. I called again, and was told the same thing — including the fact that there was still no ETA. Jesus Monkey-Lovin’ Christ. Today’s operator informed me that something called an OS-3 card was out, and that they were going to be replacing it, whatever that means.

So, I Can Has No Intarwebs in my office. picked me up at lunch, and brought me to campus, where I can, at least, answer my backlog of emails.

Not A Happy Camper.

Exactly

From Neil Gaiman’s blog (syndicated here at livejournal as ):

“The best thing about writing fiction is that moment where the story catches fire and comes to life on the page, and suddenly it all makes sense and you know what it’s about and why you’re doing it and what these people are saying and doing, and you get to feel like both the creator and the audience. Everything is suddenly both obvious and surprising (“but of course that’s why he was doing that, and that means that…”) and it’s magic and wonderful and strange.

You don’t live there always when you write. Mostly it’s a long hard walk. Sometimes it’s a trudge through fog and you’re scared you’ve lost your way and can’t remember why you set out in the first place.

But sometimes you fly, and that pays for everything.”