An open letter to my cranky laptop.

Dear my MacBookPro,

I think you know how I feel about you. I take you almost everywhere, and I entrust you with almost everything. You are the perfect assistant, offering just the right tool for the task almost all the time. Opening a lovely road of blank canvas on which to write nearly every time I have an idea.

But you’ve been staring at me for the better part of two days now, completely unhelpful as I contemplate a rather daunting project. I’ve sat in my favorite writing spot, I’ve gathered my favorite props, and still… from you… nothing. Stilted, hesitant, uninspiring nothingness.

Clearly this is all your doing. Cranky McSassipants.

So I’m firing you from this project. I’ve gone old school. A Pentel RSVP fine point pen and yellow legal pad are now my weapons of choice and guess what? The ideas and words are flowing with the greatest of ease. I even thought about note cards.

When the initial crunch phase of this is over, I’m pretty sure we’ll forgive each other and return to our ninja-like symbiotic state. But for now, I thank you for being a functional paperweight and encourage you to think about what you’ve done.

Sincerely,

Me