why untitled, unwritten?

I once labeled everything before it was written, until I found it kept too many words away. Now I am leaving the unwritten untitled, until it grows into a name.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

No. 10

Happy Friday Saturday (night)!
Better late than never, right?

First, my laptop got stuck indexing its contents and wouldn't stop.  Then, the supposedly fixed washing machine flooded a corner of the basement.  After that, my laptop became incapable of backing up because of corrupted data, and I had to do the entire thing manually and find and delete all the corrupted files.  Now I get to wipe the hard drive and start from scratch...it's been a good five years with this laptop, though, so I can't complain about trouble at this point.  Plus, it should be resolved by tomorrow.

I just thought I'd explain the silence and potential future silence if this wipe-and-reboot doesn't go quite right.

Have a lovely weekend, friends, and here's hoping you don't spend it fixing your computer, too.  Try falling in love with some good words instead.  I like poems from Anna Peters' tumblr, petits mots, petites morts.  Finding such creative work from people younger than me (if not by much) always motivates me to make something myself.  How about you?

1 comment:

Jessica Kleoppel said...

motivating, inspiring, enlightening—yes, all of it. thanks for sharing!