Fio feels uncomfortable writing on this new computer, as if she's being unfaithful to a dear friend. Her old Dell served her long and well through two novels, the inception of Fiorella, and the waning days of her teaching career. It was a sturdy creature, surviving a hard drive transplant and being dropped twice, once on its corner and once face down on concrete, open.
Like the famous bunny, it took a lickin' and kept on tickin'.
But Fio sensed it was in its last days. Its tick was slowing down, the letters on the keys were disappearing, and weird glitches kept occurring. She consulted Husband about a new computer.
It took a week to transfer everything she had originally been assured would take just an hour, but Fio is riding high again. Or rather, writing high.
Enjoy.
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