Apples Falling From the Sky

This morning I opened up my basket of marbles. Yes, I have a huge basket full of beautiful and big marbles. Right on top of these hundreds of mostly dark or translucent marbles was one lone green marble. Much like the marble I gave my client yesterday. I thought I had only one.

But there it was like a little gift from the cosmos.

Seeing that lovely green marble reminded me to be easy with things. To not be attached. Like all this fuss about a computer. I used to make fun of people who said they'd become writers once they got a computer. (Okay, I didn't make fun but I would roll my eyes.) Mercy, Unbound was the first novel I wrote on the computer. All the rest were written longhand. So maybe that's what I'll start doing again.

Tonight we went looking for computers for me. All the PCs now have glossy screens and are LED-backlit. At least all the ones in the stores are. Except the little EEE PC, the one Will mentioned. I liked it. I type very fast, about 80 wpm last I checked (which was many years ago—I may be faster now). The keys stuck a little bit, so I don't know if it would work.

So for right now, I'm going to hope that a VERY reasonably priced ibook G4 that works well drops into my lap. If you know anyone who has one and they want to sell it because they're moving on to something else, I might be interested. For now I'm keeping an eye on craigslist. Who knows what will happen?

Tomorrow I'm pulling out my yellow pad and I'll start writing on The Cookie Club or Beauty Rises. It shall be fun!