Things Die, Things are Reborn
My laptop died, and that is not a thing of particular substance. I'll get a new one some day. (Or rather, a sort of new one. I like my computers like I like my men, with a couple of miles on it.) Someday I'll be making millions a dollar for every hundred words I put down, and at that time I'll have a laptop for every outfit. I'll have them in a dispenser and I'll throw them away like tissues.
Right now I'm sitting on the floor working on my husband's 800 year old back up laptop. It works, and so I'm happy about it.
In terms of rebirth I had a fit and changed my website, my server is the devil, (and not the cool one with martinis,) so I'm going to rely on Wordpress for everything, but that's okay because it's smarter than I am. I'm messing around with it, and it might enable or encourage me to start up some of my real loves, like radio drama and the like. If I can get any scripts out while finishing up my redlines with White Wolf, gosh, I might actually be produce something! Shock and awe. So we'll see.
Right now I'm sitting on the floor working on my husband's 800 year old back up laptop. It works, and so I'm happy about it.
In terms of rebirth I had a fit and changed my website, my server is the devil, (and not the cool one with martinis,) so I'm going to rely on Wordpress for everything, but that's okay because it's smarter than I am. I'm messing around with it, and it might enable or encourage me to start up some of my real loves, like radio drama and the like. If I can get any scripts out while finishing up my redlines with White Wolf, gosh, I might actually be produce something! Shock and awe. So we'll see.