Today I made the jump from PC to Mac—the white Macbook to be more specific. I did make a concession to Microsoft by buying Office for Mac while I was at Best Buy, though, simply because I need the learning curve to be short and painless as possible.
I love the keyboard. No, not just love. Adore. I was a little worried about it because it looks so different, but it’s truly a beautiful thing. Office for Mac Word looks different enough from PC Word to give me hives, but all seems to be going well.
I downloaded the free trial of Scrivener and I’ll be paying for the license as soon as I get up the ambition to go get my credit card. I think I’ve been waiting my entire life to find that writing program. For a linear writer, who goes straight from A to Z, I’m not sure it brings much to the table, other than the ability to have your research and notes nearby. But for somebody like me, who writes scenes madly out of order, it’s amazing. When the disjointed scenes start building up, it can be almost impossible to “see” the book. Between the outliner and the oh-so-delicious corkboard, as well as the ability to drag and drop scenes into order, I don’t know how I lived without it.
I have the internet (though I can’t for the life of me figure out how to have a second window/tab open) and Word, so it’s all good. And Lucy is so shiny and white and clean and uncluttered. (Lucy being short for Leucosia, the white maiden who sucked me in with her Siren call, but hopefully not to my doom.)
But then I look at my huge, battered, silver laptop and I want to cry. Sure, the Macbook’s a shiny new toy, but that Toshiba has been my partner for four years and twenty-three days. She was my first and, until now, only laptop and, while desktops come and go, she was mine alone. She has pictures for almost half of SK’s life on there. My music. My books—the ones I’m reading and the ones I’m writing. Notes I’ve saved. Dozens of notepad text files with links I’ve collected. Jokes I’ve saved.
It’s not only the ohmigod, how do I do this? factor of figuring out what needs to be transferred to Lucy. How can I just take what I want, wipe her clean and discard her? I know it’s foolish. I sure didn’t have any trouble tossing my last cellphone in the bottom drawer when I got my shiny new purple one.
She won’t be retired right away. SK’s managing his Webkinz horde on her right now and he’ll be doing that awhile because he’s not putting his grubby little fingers on Lucy. But still, even while I type this on my shiny new baby, my heart hurts a little at the thought of moving on without my partner.