Okay. I went out for a walk. I bought offerings. I’m back. I’m okay. I think.

For those who are asking, yes, I have back-ups. I’m paranoid enough to have done that. And yes, I have another computer; gods, I can’t think of anything worse than writing longhand for a few days and then having to transcribe it all.

It’s just not the same.

Fortunately, I am informed by MLG, underground hardware supplier and all-round mental/emotional support guy, that the solution is as easy as taking a trip to Radio Shack. Assuming, that is, that he doesn’t have a spare adapter lying around.

Well, it’s slowed me down, anyway, which ought to make other Montreal NaNo writers happy on a deep, guilty level. I’ve already been informed that my word count has me up for a severe review of my membership in the Friday night writers’ gathering, as I am evidently not a drinker with a writing problem.