I do, however, possess a laptop computer (albeit a bottom-of-the-range piece of crap which bends rather frighteningly if I pick it up with one hand) as well as a desktop computer purchased in 2009 and still going strong (on Windows 7 - I think) I'll have you know.... I'm a technological...erm...something.
Since the phone is off limits, I do the overwhelming majority of my writing on the desktop computer, sitting in a pleasantly comfortable office chair and currently with a view of my nearest neighbour's Christmas lights (he put them up - incredibly slowly - a few days ago, much to my bemusement). This is not because we don't have a wall at the front of the house, but we do have those cuning things known as windows, through which I peer at the outside world and grumble about whatever passes through my field of view. It's a comfortable (if sometimes dour) arrangement, but it presents me with a dilemma.
My laptop computer, you see - little bundle of joy that it is - is not loaded with MS Office, and as a result I am not able to comfortably write into existing documents without having to do some silly nonsense regarding saving files into the right format, etc. Somehow, whenever I try to manipulate files in this way, something goes wrong and work becomes corrupted or goes missing or ends up in a different font or font size. As I intimated; I'm a techno wizard.
I'd like to write more each day, but ever since I attained the age of responsibility (around 46?), my work/life balance has always leaned towards being around the people I love as much as possible. Currently, working on writing projects means that I'm isolated from the hub of the house (a large and most definitely unfashionable kitchen/diner/lounge open plan affair), and the people who pass through and pause within it. In my office, I'm cut off from the life of our home, and I don't like it. So, the question is, do I ignore my financial inhibitions and buy another copy of Office for the laptop (which, by the way, continues to shed screws from the underside of its casing in a most charming and friendly way)? I'm getting very tired of having to be somewhere else to do my thing, while over in the corner of the lounge, my lovely lady produces a veritable fountain of knitted and crotcheted goods (of the highest quality, I might add). Her output is prodigious - if not slightly intimidating - and I wonder if mine could be too, if only I could share that space and work at my thing at the same time.
I think the time has come to wrestle with the decision to do something about this and help end what has just lately turned into a relative creative drought, largely as the result of increased and unsociable work hours (work in the sense of actually getting paid for doing something - not writing! Excuse me while I laugh bitterly at the injustices of a cruel universe...). Is there anyone out there (Mr. Gates, are you listening with your charitable hat on?)? Whatever happened to rich industrial magnates patronizing struggling artists, eh?