You know that feeling of a inky pen and a clean notepad (still smelling faintly of the store)? The way your thumb smooths lined pages? The messy but authorly scrawl that (probably) only you can read but contains the secrets of the next NYT bestseller?
Nope. Me neither.
I can’t write on paper to save my life. (Well, actually, if you pointed a very dangerous mushroom at me and said you’d burn down VFD and steal the sugar bowl if I didn’t write on paper…I would probably acquiesce.)
My handwriting is atrocious and my thoughts simply do not flow on paper. I am queen-of-the-backspace — not the eraser.
So I write my novels on a laptop. My first laptop arrived in my, er…lap…at 15. It was a Comaq. Windows. Black. Shiny. Beautiful in every way. We did so much together…
Oh. My. Past tense??
I feel you deserve an explanation of the past few days when you have been left to collect dust in my drawer. But I’ll be honest, okay? We’ve been through so much together and you don’t deserve lies.
I’ve moved on.
This is hard for both of us. I’ve been everywhere with you. To China. Halfway across the Australian outback. You hoarded hundreds of photos of Uluru for me (not to mention all those funny videos of Mime impersonating a mountain goat). And we wrote 6 books together! Not to mention the rewrites! More then a million words must have passed between my fingers and your keys.
We had our differences, but that’s not the reason for my departure, okay? I mean, you lost your S key (that was hard), but I stayed by you when your power chord snapped in two. I guess I didn’t clean your screen as often as I could, but, admit it, you didn’t NEED to do updates all those times I was having serious inspiration. You’re getting old and slow. My fingers type so fast. It’s just not working between us anymore.
I want to keep in touch (gosh, you’re still hoarding most of my memories) and I intend to visit you every few weeks. I hold you in highest regard. Not just anyone would have stayed by me for 4 years without once losing my writing. So, what do you say? Friends, still?
your previous devotee
PS I always felt special kindred with you considering you have a “C” in your name. Like me.
|my compaq, my apple, mime’s dell|
Mind if I call you that?
We haven’t been together long, but can I just say I am a huge fan of the way you load and shut down so quickly. I realize you’re small and have a very pale complexion compared to your peers. Don’t let that intimidate you. Size isn’t everything. Though, I may point out that you weight a lot, especially for something so small. I also appreciate the way you advocate fresh fruit.
We’re over halfway through a book together. It’s been different, tough even, but I’m not quitting. I also confess to sometimes getting lost with your different functions. The keyboard shortcuts, though, I am a HUGE fan of.
I think we will have a very special relationship together. The only thing I’d like to come between us is an external hardrive. Okay?
your new admirer