As many know my poor, abused laptop was having some serious issues. There was a short somewhere because unless the power cord was positioned exactly right, and this usually involved duct tape, the thing got no power, the battery died, it was generally bad.

This has been getting worse and worse and today with the help of a lack of foresight on my part which resulted in the machine being plugged in and some rampaging cats which resulted in it being on the floor the pressure was just too much. The machine still works. The battery was blessedly charged and so I got all my writing that may or may not have been backed up onto a floppy. However, no contortions of any kind will get the power light to come on showing that it is charging. So, I am declaring the faithful machine officially dead. May it rest in peace.

My writing is now on my desktop system which has some pluses and minuses. On the plus side I can write at my desk and Brian doesn't object that I'm hidden away in some other part of the house. On the minus side, I like the mobility of laptops and some times I just can't work in the office.

Therefore, I am going to try to use another of Brian's laptops. There is one he put aside because it was always crashing. This could make it useless for my purposes. However, it was a game machine and so I'm hoping that it won't crash if it's just used for writing. Either way I'll find out tonight or tomorrow.

In other news, I have a job interview at Friendly's tomorrow. This is good because I was beginning to feel totally unhirable for some reason. Plus, I liked waitressing for the few weeks I did it before. The timing could be better though. I'm not sure how all of that is going to work out. I suppose I should make it through the interview first before I worry. I may still be unhirable.

So, my stroy idea is starting to gel into a recognizable form. I'll probably start working on it tonight on one computer or another. It'll be nice to start something new.

It's strange. I haven't been writing much (or even at all) since Clarion, which isn't all that different. My writing style was always to spend months on an idea and spew out the first draft pretty much as a whole. Yet, now I actively feel guilty if I'm not writing.

I think this is a good sign. Guilt has always been a useful motivator for me.

Well, that's about it for now. Bye, all!