Despite my belief that all my new books were finally error free my wonderful beta reader showed me the error of my ways. So I've just finished another edit of one of my last three and tomorrow I'll begin the next. The impulse to spend the rest of my life doing it is strong but I know I've got to stop eventually.
Especially as I've finally decided that after twenty five years of building my own computers I'm going to let the local computer shop do it for me. The nerdmeister claims that Windows 10 is rubbish and wouldn't I prefer one of
the numerous Win7 DVD's he's got lying around the workshop.
No way I said, or something approximating that. I waited until that Vista rubbish finally sank into the hole from which it should never have emerged. And then almost bought Win 7, except that Win 8 arrived about twenty minutes later and I hated that almost as much as Vista.
So now he's offering to build one exactly to my specs for a moderate fee, and finally I'm getting a solid state hard drive. No more of that three hour boot up time for XP. He's absolutely guaranteed that the new one will be ready for action less than thirty seconds after my feverish finger prods the go button. Can't wait.
But I'm denying myself the pleasure until all three books are ready and not riddled with errors.
It's gonna be a difficult few weeks.