So now the Word program is left open and staring back at me when I come flying into the room and sit down at the keyboard. Writers can control words—through superhuman effort, they can learn this much—but there is little control over when the words are delivered from the sky and water and the earth to the brain, are synapsed to their proper lobe and find their way to paper or screen. Of this I am certain, and so must be prepared.
I want a laptop for Christmas.
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