Grr. Argh. My computer at work is dead again. That’s three, maybe four times. It doesn’t happen to anyone but me. Sigh. Maybe because I use my computer more than anyone else in the school. Maybe because it’s been making a noise like ice in a blender for six months now, and the IT people keep telling me it’s supposed to do that.
Sure it is, people.
Anyway. My dearly beloved Dell gave me a scare when I came home, Tamahome (as I’ve named him, don’t ask why, that’s another blog) didn’t want to boot up. I threatened him with the rescue disk, though, and he decided to behave.
So. 3,322 is the word count tonight. I really ought to have finished editing Donte and got him on the way before jumping into Rafe, but I couldn’t help it. Oh well.
Now, though, again, it is time for bed. Was it Nancy Kress, who wrote about people who didn’t have to sleep? Trust a writer to come up with that wish!
(P.S. My gremlin is at it again. It’s the morning of the fifth, and this wasn’t posted when I wrote it, on the third!)