I may have wiped my hard disk today–taking out calendars, addresses, e-mails, passwords, fiction, nonfiction, poetry, blogs in process, photos, music and more. I am, on the one hand, verklempt.
I am, on the other, philosophical. Maybe it’s time for a fundamental re-evaluation.
I’ll be out of town for two weeks, and I can’t predict when or whether I’ll blog.
On the verklempt hand, pen and paper seem much more secure.
On the philosophical hand, a character in my novel loses his computer in chapter 1. I don’t think I captured the emotion of it, but perhaps in the revision it will be better.
Signing off for now, with my verklempt hand.
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