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the everyman memoirs

The official blog of author Tali Nay.
JUL
31

If You End up at Costco When You Need to Buy Ink

If you end up at Costco when you need to buy ink, you may not be able to remember what cartridge your printer takes.

If you stare long enough at the aisle of options, the number 61 will feel right.

If you get the 61 home, you'll realize you've actually bought a 61XL.

If you put the 61XL in your printer, you'll learn that a 61XL is not the same as a 61.

If this strikes you as ridiculous, you might let out an expression that rivals the tri-color cartridge now sitting useless in the drawer of your writing desk.

If you go back to Costco to buy a regular 61, you'll find out that Costco apparently no longer carries the 61.

If you track down a 61 at Staples, you'll be bugged at how much more you have to pay per cartridge.

And if you know anyone whose printer can take 61XL, you can count yourself ahead of the game for already having a stocking stuffer at this point in the year.

(Clearly this is destined to be picked up as a beloved children's book, at which point I will no longer care how much money I have to spend on ink cartridges.)

 

MAR
09

Writing Hazards

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Picture this. I'm in the middle of printing out the full layout of my next book (which I had just gotten back from the book designer), and my computer flashes that it's about to shut down due to lack of battery. No problem, just plug it in, right? I would have, and gladly, except my circa 1938 home only has one 3-hole electrical socket on the entire second floor. And it's in the bathroom. Moving the computer into the bathroom meant also moving the printer (remember, I was mid-print), only its cord wouldn't reach that far. So there I was, pulling the printer cord as far as it would go on one side, and pulling the computer power cord as far as it would go on the other side, the computer ultimately sitting in the middle of the hallway. That something had to give was inevitable, and I ended up dropping the printer on the floor....and also running it out of ink.

But at the end of this brouhaha there was the guts of a fully laid-out book, printed and stacked and then read carefully over a number of what were very happy hours for me. So, ultimately, not a bad weekend. Although I may need a new printer.

 

MAR
27

Got Ink?

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One of my favorite errands to run is buying new ink cartridges. I'm not sure why, but I love looking over the wall of choices and honing in on the one that's compatible with my printer. It's like having your own sleep number. Another thing I love about the ink run, and this is probably more central to my writer-self, is that it means I've done enough writing to have done enough printing to have used up all the ink I have in my house. It's a surprisingly satisfying feeling. One that causes me to look adoringly over at the growing stack of paper that is my second manuscript. It's always entertaining to read through and edit, because the times when I ran out of black ink are evidenced by a few pages printed in red or blue text. This will of course be remedied in the next draft. Now that I've restocked on ink. Black #61.