Sometimes your shower tries to kill you.
And it misses.
And kills your computer instead.
About a week ago, hubby got a shock turning off the shower. In case you didn’t know, electricity + water = ☠️.
So, being the responsible and logical husband that he is, he said, “Don’t use this faucet. I’ll get it figured out.”
And like the goldfish-memory author-on-a-deadline that I am…I said, “Okay, Honey,” then popped the faucet on the next day and sent a stream of voltage water into my hands…and felt it in my teeth.
After that, Hubby taped giant signed over the faucets saying “DO NOT USE” since clearly my poor memory was going to kill me.
The electrician came and fiddled around–crawling under our house, examining panels behind my (newly organized) bookshelves (that I had to dismantle. *weep*), and climbing in our attic. I didn’t envy him.
Apparently our shower was clocking in at 120 volts. (For context, see GIF above.)
In the end (spoiler alert!) I didn’t die and the electrician saved the world. (Because us Brandese were about to unleashed our unshowered selves to poor planet. I’m sorry, environment. #sometimesallnaturalisntbetter.) But all that rebellion from our house’s little electric brain fried my computer. (At least, that’s what I think happened. That hasn’t been proven and it’s totally my author brain thinking the house is rebelling against my book. For all I know, an ant could have crawled into the computer and ate an important nanobyte or something.)
My theory is that I left the computer plugged in during all the off-and-on-and-off-and-on of our electricity and something went weird inside the desktop.
Now before you freak out, I had everything backed up like a good responsible author.
(Actual truth: The computer died and I managed to get it working again long enough to back it up and now I’ve learned my lesson and WILL NEVER LET IT GET THAT CLOSE AGAIN.)
Why am I telling you all of this?
Because my computer is currently two hours away in a computer hospital, getting a lobotomy. And I’m typing this blog post on my iPad. And my iPad doesn’t like writing blog posts. My arguments with it go a little like this:
ME: I need to write a blog post.
ME: Hey, why aren’t the graphics working–
ME: Can’t you just let me post one teensy photo–
ME: But I know you can do HTML
It’s basically besties with Grumpy Cat. So here I am sharing the “Life happens” post of the week to let you know that my shower tried (and failed) to murder me and my computer took the hit. I’ve requested that my computer return to me with Wall-E’s personality installed.
Basically, I don’t have the resources to pen the blog post I would have liked to post. And if you’re wondering why I haven’t responded to comments from last week’s blog post, it’s because of the same reason.
Sometimes this stuff happens. Sometimes your shower breaks and your computer breaks and your fingernail breaks all in the same week when you’re on a writing deadline. And it feels like the end of the world, but it’s not.
Just spray in some dry shampoo, grab a pen and paper, get a manicure, and write a somewhat-lame blog post. 😉 Life goes on. And that’s how we get stories.
Okay, so how often do you back up your computer? Be honest.
(And maybe let this blog post prompt you to do it again. Now. Today.)
What’s an unusual or crazy thing that has happened to you? Let’s share some stories.