Wallace Roney

I’m Ba-a-a-ck!

I thought my computer had died but it turned out it was just in a coma. Didn’t cost me my firstborn, either. Even if it did, I have no children, so the neighbor’s kid would have had to do.

Gawd…a week without my computer. Couldn’t access my bills (those that aren’t on auto-pay) couldn’t work on my manuscripts, couldn’t access my e-books. It’s kind of funny how much I’ve come to depend on technology for just about everything. I remember thinking I’d never get a desktop, those newfangled things…what’s wrong with paper and pen? Now my handwriting’s deteriorated so bad I can hardly read it. I don’t even use paper and pen anymore, except for writing the rare check, or when a document needs a wet-signature. And you know what? I said the same thing about microwaves. My housemate does all the cooking but before he came along, if I couldn’t nuke it, I didn’t eat it. In the 15 years I’ve lived in this house, I think I’ve turned the oven on maybe 3 times.

Have you noticed how life has come to a standstill because of this COVID-19? The silence is all but deafening. Haven’t heard from my attorney. The robocalls have stopped (thankyuhjesus!). Still, there are some things that are chugging along. I’m working as usual and my bills are coming is as usual. But it’s weird–for the day job, I’m supposed to find a victim to interview for a column the magazine launched a few months… Continue reading