It took me convincing an engineer that yes, this is a house and no, it doesn’t have an address but it’s still a residence before I finally — finally! — got internet hooked up today.

…aaaaaand my router promptly died. Motherf***er!

At least the install was free. Considering the amount of swearing that was going on when the two engineers were installing it, I’m pretty sure I was glad it was free. What was supposed to be a 20 minute job (their opinion) took over a hour and a half. I warned them that this house had never had any type of cable before, and once had a phone line (20? 30? years ago), but did they listen? Noooooo. They knew what there were doing. I mention that the house is older than dirt. They knew what they were doing.

I mention the bees in the tree behind the house. They knew what they were doing. I also told them about the hornets. They knew what they were doing.

I warned them about snakes (I saw two copperheads yesterday down by the river). They knew what they were doing

An hour later, I ask them if everything is all right.

They had no flippin’ clue what they were doing.

But it’s active, I’m happy, all is well. Now I can communicate with my coauthor without trying to run Facebook through my phone while responding to emails from various publishers and writers and juggling my life on a smart phone that insists on locking up every 6 hours or so.

Relief. It’s palpable.

I did get a lot of writing done the past three weeks, however. Almost 40,000 words. Didn’t get anything done today (too busy laughing at engineers who knew what they were doing), and tomorrow I need to finish clearing the path down to the river (where I met the overly friendly copperheads yesterday). Eric did send me the final bit of his part of Rockfall, however, so I have more stuff to go off of. I really like this book. It’s gritty, fast-paced, with lots of explodiness. Plus, Eric is a blast to work with. Lots of give and take, which is always good.

Hey, I’ll probably even be updating more, now that this is working well. Huzzah!

Who knows? I might even know what I’m doing now.

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About Jason Cordova

Born in Orange, California, author Jason Cordova has written books ranging from the fantastical realms of fantasy to the militaristic side of science fiction. His latest should be out soon. Really. You should probably buy it. Check Amazon. Demand it at your local store. Pay for his kitten kibble.

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