Leave me to my Own Devices

It’s a great thing to have your own devices.  Up to now I’ve had to share devices with others: the main computer, the tablet and, yes, though I had my own little laptop thanks to some Anglican nuns (yes, Anglican nuns) who freecycled one of theirs, it never connected to the internet in spite of sporting a neat little dongle.  But it served me well for several years and was a permanent reminder of the fact that when I need something it will come.  It was far from perfect but in the end it did everything I really required of it and for five years it produced short stories, novels and the final drafts of poems – until one day a series of power cuts (don’t ask) caused it to have a nervous breakdown and chop up all my documents into tiny pieces before scattering them to the winds.

Here’s the post from when I first got it:


My poor old friend had reached the end of its useful life.  So for a while it was back to the shared computer.  Now, there’s something about a shared computer that does not sit well with me.  Maybe it’s because I’m a control freak or maybe it’s the modern equivalent of the ‘room of one’s own’ in that I need to inhabit that cyberspace alone.  So: I have a problem.  Enter a friend bearing a laptop which he had replaced with a shiny new computer.  Deep joy.

Now I have my cyber-room of my own where no-one hovers waiting to get in, no-one interferes with my icons and I don’t have to worry about things getting changed around or deleted.  It feels very powerful, having your own space.  It’s not about greed or individualism, it’s more like, say, having a table where you can leave your work and not have to clear away in time for dinner.

So that’s me, this morning.  Knowing that things come when you need them.

Kirk out