by Kiara Brinkman
Only a couple more days until my reading-- I'm looking forward to it.
Meanwhile, I think my laptop is dying. The spacebar has started squeaking, which is annoying.
I tend to get emotionally attached to things that I shouldn't: computers, cars, daytimers (from years ago), pens that are running out of ink, ticket stubs, holey socks.
No, my laptop does not have a name (or a gender), but it definitely has a personality-- it gets fussy in the evening, and this has worked out just fine, because I do my real writing in the morning.
Anyway, I wrote my entire novel, as well as many stories, on my laptop.
Maybe there's some sort of spray for squeaky keyboards?
Or, maybe my laptop is ready to retire.
I'm sure I won't be able to throw it away for years. I'll find a cozy place for it in my closet, next to my collection of trusty, worn-out shoes.