Alex shuffled into the kitchen and groaned. “This is intolerable.”
His mother looked up from her crossword puzzle and asked, “Problem dear?”
“I have so many ideas jostling around in my head for stories, but the battery in my laptop went bad and it won’t be fixed until tomorrow. I want ... I need to write now.”
His mother raised an eyebrow, then held her pen out to him.
A look of disgust came to Alex’s face. “What is this?” he asked, “The dark ages?”
A few years ago, I had an issue with my laptop and I didn’t have it for about a week. I still had a desktop, but the reason I had gotten the laptop was because the desktop was circling the drain and it had problems opening Word files. All of this wouldn’t have been a big deal, except at the time I was writing weekly stories on a website that no longer exists. So I basically had to write a story in an email and send it to myself. Being a First World Writer is so hard.