My world without my laptop.

I was sad when I realized I would be without my beloved laptop for a week or so. (too long a story to tell) I moped, paced, fumed, cried, laughed. Needless to say I was....lost. I write, it's my thing. I'm not that good at it...but I like to think I'm getting better.

I'm writing this on an app on my phone. It's not the same. I don't have tiny fingers. I tried to use my two yr olds fingers but it didn't work out. She's a wiggler. I miss my laptop. The hum when I turned it on. The sound of the keys against the silence of the house at night. My only companion when I release the stories in my head.

That being said, I've had some awesome reading done. I read John  Betcher's The Covert Element. It's a very well told story. A great story, I'll write a review when I'm whole again. I also read A Hostile Witness by Rebecca Forster.  I'll have to write a post on that one also.. I'm at lost for words to describe it.

So the count down has started. Patience isn't one of my talents but reading seems to be placating me. I'm a survivor so I know I'll be okay. Until then, I'll be reading till my head is bobbing.