This is not my computer…

C.E. Grundler

At least, the one I’m posting from at this moment isn’t. My computer is sitting right here, humming happily away, but apparently it doesn’t want to talk to the rest of the world today. I can certainly relate to an anti-social computer, but it’s Thursday, and the post I wrote is tucked somewhere within those bits and bytes, and it’s not coming out to play. (Guess I should have brought a flash-drive.) I thought the connectivity situation was isolated to my home, but relocating my laptop to a new WiFi hasn’t improved its disposition. Which means, on the positive side, the interwebs at home are likely operating properly. The bad news is I’m going to spend the rest of my evening banging my head against the settings to determine what’s up with my ‘puter. That, and spending some quality time with Mr. Nortons.

File this under the lesser-known aggravations of being a writer, on the water or otherwise. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t write on a computer, and when those little buggers act up, writing all but grinds to a halt. Then again, I may now be in the possession of one of the finest writing laptops made. Scrivener is installed, as is Word. Technically, that’s all I REALLY need. And without that distracting rabbit-hole known as the internet, I’d bet this’ll definitely boost my productivity.

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