You know what's irritating when you're a writer? A bottom row of keys that stick. Or refuse to produce letters altogether. I'd be typing along and realize all my n's were missing. And then I'd have to punch the n key 6 times to get it to work.
But then I took my computer to the Mac store. And they were amazing. Granted, on a Sunday afternoon, the store was packed with drooling customers hoping to play with the iPads. But I got my issue taken care of within an hour. A new top plate. The best part: it was free!
My computer is a new woman. Isn't she fancy! She's twirling and whirling and begging for me to typetypetype a new story.
Oh, but I should be working on revisions, Cecilia (that's what she insists I call her--though sometimes she prefers Lady in White)! Very well. Maybe just a chapter. Or two.
Dystopian, here I come!