My Motherboard died overnight. I sent it in to ER and they said they will try Cardiac but no promises.
I am grilled..... I spent the whole weekend doing a tale and was at the finale....
The only consolation the ER said they may recover the files..... but I will know it next week.
The other consolation I have my back up of the Lone Ranger, 191, Deep Heat II and the Migrant Tales. Darned, not my latest of the downloads.... No, it was not porn. it was my research notes on a new tale.
Porn has left for the Prom with the new gal. I don't want to be reminded that I saw someone's mother in the web again. And claimed I may be the DNA contributor.
Bless the days I have two HDD to backup on. I will post later today.
Cheers.
Creative writing is more of a compulsion to engage with yourself in a world of words, ideas, imagery. There are moments of hot exultation or prickly exasperated yet victorious expostulation when at last comes the right word, the rhyme that works or can yield surprise and pleasure. Thank you for sharing my engagement into those words. .
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