New Computer, New Start

My old mac book pro finally died. For real this time. She’d faked it a couple of times in the past, refusing to work or even turn on for a few days and then magically coming back to life. Not this time.

A month after she fell asleep for the last time, I finally went out and got myself a new machine. And here she is. Her name is Massima.

And with my new computer comes a new determination to finally write stuff down and publish it in public. For other humans to read. It is so. hard. I’m fighting to urge to delete this garbage with every word I type. I know this post is pointless and boring, but I keep reminding myself that the content of this post is not the point. The point is in the posting.

I’m not a writer. But I am writing. I will write. (I hope).

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