Let us speak of my new laptop 
I wish not to brag about its shininess, or the lovely sharp display, or the quiet but crisp sound and feel of the keys under my fingers (keyboards are a greatly underrated sensory indulgence, if you ask me), nor the DVD burner, the first I've owned, or the processor, the RAM or the size of the HD, all of which leave my poor five-and-a-half-year-old desktop machine rather in the shade.
The very best thing about my new laptop is the way it's got me writing again.
I'm probably being kind of shallow about this, but I'm finding it steadily harder to write at home. There are too many distractions, newspapers, TV, books, the net, even the view out the window (particularly if there are cockatoos in the trees outside). And anyway, home is where I come to shut down and rest, and firing my brain up again to do stuff, even stuff I enjoy, is hard to do. In the time where I didn't have a laptop I wasn't getting a lot done.
Well, the shiny D620 arrived last Thursday. I had a quick play with it last Friday, and didn't do much with it over the weekend because there was other stuff on. But on Monday night I started back in my old writing routine, heading off from work to grab a bite and then on to the university library where there are laptop carrels. And less than halfway through the week I've got nearly five thousand words down.
It's good to have a laptop again.
I wish not to brag about its shininess, or the lovely sharp display, or the quiet but crisp sound and feel of the keys under my fingers (keyboards are a greatly underrated sensory indulgence, if you ask me), nor the DVD burner, the first I've owned, or the processor, the RAM or the size of the HD, all of which leave my poor five-and-a-half-year-old desktop machine rather in the shade.
The very best thing about my new laptop is the way it's got me writing again.
I'm probably being kind of shallow about this, but I'm finding it steadily harder to write at home. There are too many distractions, newspapers, TV, books, the net, even the view out the window (particularly if there are cockatoos in the trees outside). And anyway, home is where I come to shut down and rest, and firing my brain up again to do stuff, even stuff I enjoy, is hard to do. In the time where I didn't have a laptop I wasn't getting a lot done.
Well, the shiny D620 arrived last Thursday. I had a quick play with it last Friday, and didn't do much with it over the weekend because there was other stuff on. But on Monday night I started back in my old writing routine, heading off from work to grab a bite and then on to the university library where there are laptop carrels. And less than halfway through the week I've got nearly five thousand words down.
It's good to have a laptop again.