I’m jetlagged and catching up after a short stint in NYC celebrating a family event. I bought a lot of books.
The Gremlins took note of my recent threat and decided that making mischief didn’t extend to machinery outside of my home. On Christmas day the hard drive on my laptop died while I was staying in my parents’ house. The Gremlins assumed they had a free shot at more mechanical strife since I was in a different location.
The wee feckers are buried in my parents’ back garden now.
I’d spent the two days leading up to Christmas working on a critical powerpoint presentation on my laptop. Thankfully, my spidey senses had twinged, and not only had I backed up the data, but I had a copy with me.
Still, replacing the drive will cost time and money. Oh well.
2007 has been a year of ups and downs like any other. I’m most pleased with the fact that I’ve been writing consistently, and I’m making progress. I’ve mountains yet to climb, but I have a sturdy pair of boots and a hiking stick of determination (+20 against Paralysing Writers’ Despair, +10 against the Crevasse of Doomed Projects, and +15 against Creative Fatigue).
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
– J.R.R. Tolkien