Still no computer...it is a matter finances really. I would love an Apple but will probably be limited to a PC. But what I have come to grips with is how dependent I have become in just a decade on this little machine. The rest of the world seems to run on one and so do I. Are we just communication sluts? Addicted to knowing? I am amazed at the chunk of time I now have without it. I even rediscovered my handwriting yesterday preparing for my memoir class. But let me tell you, folks, I don't write as well by hand...I really don't. thoughts get lost while tediously moving the pen across the page. Other writers tell me they have a different experience and write first by hand and then edit it onto the computer.
I was so hoping to have a new lap top for the workshops I'm going to with Max Regan this weekend but alas, I doubt it....it occurs to me I could have a big step toward the new computer if I didn't go to the workshops but I really want to go and will be happy to be there writing by hand while everyone else is clicking away.
Another sign of aging...I rediscovered some memoirs I wrote about 5 years ago and they are better written than what I wrote yesterday. Darn!...What is going on here? Is it my memory or just my thinking process cluttered with other stuff? A bifarcation point?