Melanie Jackson's Blog - Posts Tagged "computers"
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How many of you remember when there was no Windows and DOS ruled the computer world? I'm talking way back when floppy disks were still floppy and people weren't ashamed of disco. Well, that was when I wrote a trilogy of westerns (Bad Medicine, Medicine Man and Knave of Hearts). At the time the books were deemed not violent enough and far too sexy by the editors that saw them (and wanted to spare the armchair cowboys their blushes if they read about men kissing something besides their horses). So the books went into a trunk and were forgotten-- along with those time- traveling Vikings that would never sell because 'what woman could love a man who didn't know what french fries are?'.
In the years that followed I had three computer upgrades, Windows came along, we discovered the internet, and floppy disks went hard. My current very expensive and very smart computer-- smart because I paid for a memory upgrade-- can't translate my dinosaur DOS into anything better than snippets of pidgen English. Like: ÷„ò„á„ð„ „é„ô„ „á„ì„ì„ „õ„ð„ „é„î„ „á„ „÷„é„î„ä„é„î„ç„ „ó„è„å„å„ô„, Mitchell thought. Á„ „÷„ï„ì„æ„ „í„á„ù„ „ì„ï„ó„å„ „è„é„ó„ „ô„å„å„ô„脬„ „ð„å„ô„é„ô„儬„ „â„õ„ô„ „î„ï„ô„ „è„é„ó„ „î„á„ô„õ„ò„å„®„ „ ‚Ô„è„å„ò„儧„ó„ „î„ï„ô„è„é„„ „ô„ï„ „ä„ï„ „÷„é„ô„è„ „á„ „ò„ï„ç„õ„å„ „ô„è„á„ô„§„ó„ „ä„å„ö„å„ì„ï„ð„å„ä„ „á„ „ô„á„ó„ô„å„ „ âæ„ï„ò„ „á„ „ã„å„ she exclaimed „ô„á„ó„ô„å„ and the dress.
Nevertheless, I see in this sea of a gorp the bones of a good story, and so I am digging it out, one letter and symbol at a time. And someday, maybe even this year, Knave of Hearts will be ready to share with the world that is now prepared for sexy cowboys who use their heads as well as their fists. And other things.
In the years that followed I had three computer upgrades, Windows came along, we discovered the internet, and floppy disks went hard. My current very expensive and very smart computer-- smart because I paid for a memory upgrade-- can't translate my dinosaur DOS into anything better than snippets of pidgen English. Like: ÷„ò„á„ð„ „é„ô„ „á„ì„ì„ „õ„ð„ „é„î„ „á„ „÷„é„î„ä„é„î„ç„ „ó„è„å„å„ô„, Mitchell thought. Á„ „÷„ï„ì„æ„ „í„á„ù„ „ì„ï„ó„å„ „è„é„ó„ „ô„å„å„ô„脬„ „ð„å„ô„é„ô„儬„ „â„õ„ô„ „î„ï„ô„ „è„é„ó„ „î„á„ô„õ„ò„å„®„ „ ‚Ô„è„å„ò„儧„ó„ „î„ï„ô„è„é„„ „ô„ï„ „ä„ï„ „÷„é„ô„è„ „á„ „ò„ï„ç„õ„å„ „ô„è„á„ô„§„ó„ „ä„å„ö„å„ì„ï„ð„å„ä„ „á„ „ô„á„ó„ô„å„ „ âæ„ï„ò„ „á„ „ã„å„ she exclaimed „ô„á„ó„ô„å„ and the dress.
Nevertheless, I see in this sea of a gorp the bones of a good story, and so I am digging it out, one letter and symbol at a time. And someday, maybe even this year, Knave of Hearts will be ready to share with the world that is now prepared for sexy cowboys who use their heads as well as their fists. And other things.
