But I CAN write words. They even make sentences. There's no story yet, but lots and lots of words! 25,016 of them, in fact, which means I've already passed up where I got on this story the first time I tried to write it.
Jonathan Strange (my computer, here) is starting to show his age. I swear, I write a whole sentence and then have to stop and wait for the letters on the screen to catch up with me, and God help me if I make a mistake and try to back space or anything. Best Buy sent me a "buy something with your credit card NOW and get 20% off AND no payments until the year fourteen-million!" (Okay, that's an exaggeration.) But I don't think I should succumb to the temptation until I have paid off some other things, even if I do think I need a new computer.
Wil Wheaton makes me happy.
Real Vampires in Venice.
There are new bits of my current NaNo posted at nightmaresaloon.