“HAPPY” Blogiversary Celebration with Amy Lane
My Happy Thing
by Amy Lane
Okay—so I’m sitting here, trying to blog, and my phone makes that noise. Oh, sure, it says, “Silver” under settings, but we all know what it sounds like. It’s the opening notes to Law & Order, except up a couple of octaves. So, you know, instead of “BONK-BONK” it goes “plink-plink!” all happy and optimistic like.
I have to text somebody.
Now it could be my daughter, it could be my bestest, and it could be another close friend—but there is no denying it, that “plink-plink” has just indicated that I have to talk to somebody.
And on the one hand, there goes a perfectly good writing streak—I was just going and going and going—but on the other? My legs are cramped, my ankles are swollen, and I need to drink water instead of just reaching for my empty cup and thinking, “Oh drat!”
I stand up and wander around, shaking blood to places my body had forgotten and answer the text.
And suddenly the quiet in my house (Pandora notwithstanding) is broken. I have a beloved daughter or a good friend in my head, telling me happy things.
So this blog is about happy things.
Now, when I first started writing, I wasn’t so much of a technophobe as I was a technoprude. “Oh, that piece of technology is very exciting and very sexy, and it does seem to arouse my husband, but really, it’s for those people who get into that sort of thing. Not really for me.” (Imagine puckered upper lip and disdain. Not for me. Noooo. Technologically chaste.)
Now, my Mate, who was aroused by all that bright shiny technology was the one who said, “I think you need a word processor that is just yours. Just yours. For you to write on.” So really, that was the first body part of the technological monster that we have spawned since. We can blame Mate. A little.
Because the laptop became my friend, right up until my youngest (then eighteen months old) watered it and sat on it to help it grow, but the next laptop, an Apple, was my baby, until the battery went dead and it wouldn’t recharge. This laptop is my 3rd (and we just got a convertible tablet for business trips) and no, I am not just using them for my writing anymore, am I?
I’m not using flip phone with the LED readout anymore either.
No, that was another body part in the monster. Mate brought me to the store and made me pick out a new phone. A smart phone. In fact, a phone that was way way smarter than mine—and that was just version 1.0. (We just got version 3.0. I wubs it. It is a happy thing all in its own.)
So here I am, surrounded by technology that is way smarter than I am, and I have just realized why I wubs it all so very much.
It all comes down to the plink-plink. It’s all my people on the other end of that glowing box—my readers, my co-workers, and my friends. I love them all, and the glowing boxes put them right in my crappy kitchen, without the fears of tetanus or salmonella. (I’m kidding… no diseases can be traced back to my kitchen. But we don’t eat in here either.) The people who get me—and the people I’m dying to talk to—can hit me up with a plink-plink, and there I am! With my daughter, whom I miss, or my bestest, who lives across the country, or even my husband, who is bored at work and wishing he was here, in our house, to talk.
So there are a lot of negatives to technology—and boy is it fun to exploit those in our craft! There are a lot of potential dehumanizing things, and explosive arguments and difficulties in recycling and a zillion problems for all of the solutions that technology engenders.
But right now, there’s my youngest daughter, Squish, sitting on the couch and having a text conversation with her older sister whom she misses dearly. Her older sister has seen her grow up over the past two years in every texted photo, and the fact that they love each other is in every tapped letter. What Squish sees as a passport to adulthood in the magic glowing box, I see as a way to keep her childhood, both in pictures and in being her mom forever and ever and ever.
Our family echoes through the quiet house with every plink-plink.
So… what kind of “plink-plink” makes your heart go “pitter-patter”? What technological wonder is your link to the outside world? Or are you a “get out there and go” kinda person, who is just as happy without the “plink-plinks”? Comment below and one person will win an ebook of Amy’s lighthearted m/m romance, SHINY!
**Be sure to check out all of the other “HAPPY” posts from guest authors during this week’s blogiversary!! Click HERE for the Kickoff Post with the full list of participating authors and guest post links. ALL giveaways will be open for the entire week, winners will be chosen and notified on Sunday, March 2nd. Thanks for helping us celebrate!!**