I don't have much choice as far as handwriting or not at this point because my options for Fireside writing are, well, let's see, hand write or pout, and I'm not big on pouting.
We do have a laptop in the house, my son's, an old powerbook he inherited from me. Recently, somehow Snape ended up with a problem--the OS went bye bye for reasons unknown. So, my original reasoning of "I'm not going to abscond with my son's computer every Tuesday for my own stuff" has become "and even if I wanted to, I couldn't use it." So as a gift I'm going to take the poor Mac to the mighty techs and see what they can do with it.
Tech voice in Kami's head: Did you try starting it with a bootable CD?
Little kid sulky voice: Yes
T: Did you remember to hold down the c key?
L: Tried that.
T: What about the CD reader, does it sound like it's spinning?
L: Yes! I'm going to pout now. See my lip?
I'm sure the boy would loan it to me if I asked, especially if I showed my lip, but this is good for me. At least, I think it's good for me. Is this just a case of me being stubborn? Why do I want hand writing to be different, better, or at least teaching?
I guess because I haven't published yet and I want a magic radioactive writing mosquito to come along, annoy me by whining near my ear, land a couple times so I swat at it but it escapes with blinding mosquito speed, and then zap! It bites me where I can't get to it and infuses my blood with that special something that turns me into The Belly Avenger!
Hey wait, I wanted a writing--
The Belly Avenger, mild-mannered housewife and goat wrestler by day,
Stop, no, I wanted--
Superhero by night, she fights crime with her hypnotic belly dancing, helping the helpless, saving the savingsless, and bringing jerks to justice.
Oh I give up!
Time to head to the place of all things good techie, Power Mac Pac. See ya at the Fireside with my pen, paper, and apparently my hidden powers of belly dance.