...picked up on a long walk and carried home in your pocket
Monday, July 18
Becoming one with my laptop
I hold my finger out in front of me to imagine how the character in my novel would blow a money-spider dry after he's fished her out of his cup of tea. The hard rubber of the nipple mouse in the centre of my lap-top has left a pea-sized dent in the tip of my index finger. I wait for a whole minute and it doesn't fade.