Pandora’s Box

I had made the final changes to the novel, still not perfect, but probably as good as it will ever be and was planning to look through it one more time and push the publish button today, when lo and behold, the buzzer doesn’t ring, and I find myself signing for my new computer or rather the three-month-old computer, which is now in possession of a new hard drive whose life I hope is longer than one of those nuclear materials that unfortunately haunt rather than illuminate desert areas. At the time, I had to make a decision – carry on using the old computer, or open the box, and see what in the world I was in possession of.

Barney Oldfield’s Race for a Life

I haven’t been tied to the train tracks like Mabel, but I have just finished talking with the tech rep who has told me in so many words that my hard drive was not snatched from an ongoing train in time.

Barney Oldfield’s Race for a Life

I haven’t been tied to the train tracks like Mabel, but I have just finished talking with the tech rep who has told me in so many words that my hard drive was not snatched from an ongoing train in time.