Most of Friday afternoon, May 8, and Saturday morning, May 9, were spent in
graduation ceremonies at my university. As faculty, we get to sit and listen to
a lot of speeches and a lot of cheers. One thing we get time to do is think,
though. Since graduation marks the true beginning of summer writing for me, I
generally do a considerable amount of planning on how to proceed.
These days, of course, writing is only a part of what we do.
We also have to promote. I seldom get a chance to do promotion during the
school year other than an occasional post on facebook and blog. During the
summer, though, I always try to do more. I believe my stories are good but just
haven’t seemed to generate either steady sales or buzz.
Anyway, here’s where the frustration of the title comes in.
I came up with a promotional plan during the graduation ceremony. I got home
and did a couple of quick posts in that vein and made announcements or sent emails
requesting information. Then I had to nap because I’d only gotten 4 hours sleep
the night before. I get up to see if there have been any responses to the stuff
I sent out before the nap. But before I can make the needed replies, the
internet goes down.
Turns out, it’s not the net per se but our phone line that
is down, and that’s how we get our internet, through AT & T. I call them.
They say there’s a problem on the line but they are working on it and should
have it resolved by Monday sometime. That means two days at least without
internet access at home. Of course, I quickly realized that they are likely
lying to me. I remembered in 2014 we had a similar problem, and checked my
journal. On May 11, 2014, the day after graduation ceremonies that year, our
phone, and net, went out for a week. Those kinds of coincidences don’t just
happen so this is some kind of planned outage by them.
Certainly, there are plenty of writing related things I can
do, not least of which is actual writing, but—in many ways—the net has become a
big part of actually stringing together a story. I’m constantly looking up
things, maybe something about sailing ships, or the economy of Roman cities, or
what a particular sword hilt looked like. Some I can find in my collection of
pre-internet reference books, but much of it I don’t have in hard copy. I found
myself on Saturday night leaving lots of phrases and words printed in red with
question marks around them that I’ll have to look up when we do get the net
If I lived in the city, I could take my laptop next door to
the coffee shop or library to connect. Abita Springs doesn’t have a coffee shop
with Wi-Fi. Their library branch is so small that there’s no place to sit
inside with a laptop to work. The closest place to get access to Wi-Fi and a seat
is the Covington library, which is about a 25 minute drive one way.
I should be used to it by now in life. The frustration. It’s
an ongoing and constant thing. But to have to wait for time to put a plan into
action, to get to the point where you have
the time and start to implement things, and then that chance is
snatched away…. It makes me want to scream.
Here’s what it’s like. Imagine you’re a kid and every day on
your way from school you walk past a candy shop. One Monday you see, in the
window display, the most delicious
looking chocolate chip cookie ever. It’s as big as both your hands together and
looks warm and gooey and like it was baked in heaven. The price is a dollar and
you don’t have that much, but you will as soon as you get your allowance on the
weekend. You get a huge grin on your face thinking about next Monday, about how
on your way home from school you’re going to get that cookie and sit down in
the sun under a tree somewhere and devour it to the very last crumb.
Monday comes. You wait all day in anticipation. As soon as
school is over you rush to the candy store, hurry inside with your allowance
money in your hot little hand. Maybe you’ll buy two cookies. You’ve got the
cash. You run up to the counter and tell the lady that you want one of the big
chocolate chip cookies in the window. You point to the display. You beam with
delight as you lay your money on the counter. She says: “Sorry, we’re sold out
of those. Not sure when we’ll get another batch in. But try back next week.”
Maybe, for a minute, you think about just stealing that
cookie from the display window and running off with it. But you know, that cookie
isn’t real. It’s just a clever facsimile meant to make you want what you can’t
NOTE: To give credit where credit is due, our phone and net
were actually out for only about twenty-four hours. They got it up faster than
I expected and I was happy for that. I’d already written this post, however, and still wanted to share that cookie metaphor. Twenty-four hours is still long enough to generate some frustration.