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.