Danger smells like pancakes, apparently...

I just noticed that my (2nd hand) Macbook Air is smelling of slightly-burned pancakes.

This may be a a danger sign of impending doom.

And since my novels are all in Pages Format, all the saving on the Cloud will not help when this, my last useful mac, goes kablooey.

So. FYI - I still have my Windoze tower. I will not stop writing my instant stories until I literally have no alternatives to write them. I still have my iPad, though that doesn’t have the storage capacity for a novel in progress (sigh). I will not surrender easily.

I may, however, bitch about it more.

This has been your regular news update from Planet MyLifeIsFuckedUp.