My laptop and I have had a falling out. When we first started we could spend hours together. Me typing away. Telling it all my hopes and dreams. It would blink its lights thoughtfully as I expressed my fears and weaknesses. He made me feel like a natural woman. It was the sweet start to very promising relationship. Just as most things that are new there was excitement and great desire to be together. Unfortunately, recently, things have not been the same.
The same keys that I loved to press seemed distant and cold. The touch pad that my index finger gently caressed didn’t seem as bright as it had once been. I worked hard to keep the feeling. I struggled with a laptop that did not feel for me that way I felt for it.
I tried to make it jealous by snuggling up with my sketchbook and a few freshly sharpened graphite pencils. We had a great time. I drew pages of hands, pages of chibi, a few mouths, and Cathy. I think her name may be Cathy. But I’m not sure. I’m going to work on her a bit. I think she has a story to tell. I’ll let you know how it goes.
So if you don’t hear from me as often as before - don’t worry. I’m sitting cross-legged on my living room floor surrounded with colored pencils, charcoal, ink pens, and a glass of ice water. There are singers in cowboy hats serenading me from my radio. I am happy. I had forgotten the comfort of an old relationship. I tried to replace my pencils with pixels. Don’t let me do that again. All right?
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