I'm working on the short story this morning. I have to use the old computer; well, I suppose I could use the iMac, but all of my writing is on the old Dell, so I use that, just to keep all of my work in one place. Having that old, slow computer after being used to the speedy Apple is sort of like having a bag of unpeeled carrots in the fridge -- you want to eat'em, but somehow peeling them seems like sooooo much work. So, I make a big deal about turning the thing on and hearing the old processor grrrrrrrind to life, wait forever for MS Word to open.
It's nearly there, nearly ready....
