So before Tom's computer bit the dust, (it is at the shop getting upgraded, we use our electronics )

until they fail)

I managed to actually print what I managed to "write" over the last month or so. I guess it would have been best if I forgot the writer's dictum of write every day. Trust me, this I "wrote" is unrelenting crap. It is amazingly bad. The background is ok, but the material itself, oooh boy. So, instead of trying to save that crap, just starting from the beginning.

I guess trying to write fiction in the middle of grieving is NOT a good idea. On the bright side, I did not really have to write much for the paper either. Gad, I have written crap in the past, but this... this takes the cake. It makes like zero sense, for starters.