Life is Good Again

Life is Good Again

I open the program in my computer for the fourteenth time. Still, there is no prompt. Once again I close the program, then open it again, just in case... still, no prompt.

Maybe it’s my computer? I don’t really understand computers I may have done something wrong. I certainly have done so in the past (many times...) “Don’t you recognize me?” I say, as I shut it down, then open it up again.

‘Hello you’ it seems to say, implying it knows I am in the right place and pushing the right keys, yet still apparently computer illiterate. It knows me well, but still no prompt.

I start to worry about her. Maybe she’s ill, maybe there was an accident? I know there are others who write the prompts on occasion, maybe someone else was in charge and did something wrong. Hit the wrong button at the wrong time and screwed it up. (I know a bit about these kind of actions, I’m practically an expert.)

There’s nothing I can do. It’s the computer! My favorite people could live on the moon for all I know. We are all plugged in as if we all live in the same town and use a party line. But the town covers everywhere now! Everywhere! The only thing to do is wait. Just wait, and breathe!

Morning comes... three thirty am (Massachusetts time) I open the program one more time. Fingers crossed.

YES! She’s back! The contest is back! Relax! Everything is fine, she just missed pushing a key. I do that all the time! Literally... Everything is back in place. She’s fine, I’m fine, the contest is fine. I can go back to sleep. Life is good again.

(Is it possible there is such a thing as a writing addiction?)