My laptop...my window to the internet and my writing machine...went kerflooey. About a week earlier, my wife's computer crashed harder than Evel Knieval jumping canyons. So suddenly, our 21st century lives have screeched to a stop, and the only way I can even access the internet is to get down on the floor and use the children's computer at their little desk.
Yes, this officially sucks.
Anyways, my writing is on hold until the geniuses at Geek Squad can repair my laptop. So far they have settled for shaking their heads dolefully and shipping it off to parts unknown. Sigh. Yeah, it's that bad. Thank God for Dropbox.
I have downloaded a Robert E. Howard collection to my kindle, and I guess I'll just read that until my laptop returns. I was about eighty percent through the last story for that ghost story anthology. Hell, of a time to have to take a vacation.
Oh well, back to Conan.