My computer has died.
This is a very tragic circumstance. That computer was my lifeline.
Now, when I want to write, I have to borrow someone else's computer. But that isn't the worst of it. I have to write in the open. In public. Where people can see me and possibly read over my shoulder.
Now what is so bad about that, you might ask? I post things all over the internet, I publish books...people will be reading what I write regardless. Yes, yes they will. But I get very nervous if people can read what I am WRITING. Don't ask me to explain the difference. But once it is finished I don't mind an audience. It's while it is still in progress that I freak out.
So, that is the miniscule trial I am dealing with days. (I say miniscule because it really shouldn't be a big deal. I'm very silly to be so bothered by all this)
Anyway, because my computer is sadly out of commission writing may be a little sporadic for a while. Books, blogs, anything.
What am I going to do with myself?
Go back to the old days when I use to read all the time, I suppose.