I was absolutely an_ utterly _ismaye_ the other _ay when I sat _own to write a post an_ _iscovere_ that my _ was missing. It _i_; it just fell right off the laptop an_ skittere_ across the floor.
I foun_ it, picke_ it up, an_ trie_ to replace it on the laptop’s keyboar_. No luck. I trie_ to glue it. Also no luck. Leaving it sit there, unattache_, as a place hol_er, just felt weir_.
I wante_ a new laptop, but who has that kin_ of money just sitting aroun_ the house un-earmarke_ for something, right? So after some serious consi_eration an_ contemplation, I trucke_ my happy butt _own to the nearest Ra_io Shack, where I bought myself an external keyboar_. It’s one of those that plugs in with a USB cable.
I was trying to explain to the guy that as a writer, I nee_ my ‘_’. He _i_n’t care if I like to write. It was obvious in his expression, the way his eyes glaze_ over, an_ in his suggestion that I just not use it.
I tol_ him I’_ alrea_y trie_ that an_ it _i_n’t work.
But now I can write.