Perhaps I Can Write

It must be the laptop. There isn't really another explanation that works. Now, I don't mean to say I didn't have ideas before the laptop (who will, from here on in, be referred to as "Starbuck"), they just never really had a chance to escape my brain. Most of the time these ideas would pop into my head, usually at rather inopportune moments, and just rattle around up there until they were locked away in a vault to which I still have no key. These days, when an idea comes around, I have my good friend Starbuck there to lock it up in a place I can find it.

Now, this may not sound like anything too revolutionary to some of you. Most of you are probably wondering how I've made it this far without a laptop, or at the very least are wondering how I didn't realize what powers a laptop possesses. I'm here to tell you I knew full-well what a laptop would do for me, I just didn't realize it had supernatural powers as well.

To be clear, I'm not normally the person looking for a supernatural answer. While I believe a force beyond ourselves is out there, I'm not sure he or she is too concerned about whether or not I can write my ideas down. I'm also not a conspiracy theorist saying the government or aliens are somehow running experiments on me. (Wy would that even occur to me? Too much Doctor Who I suppose) What I am saying is that since I've had Starbuck, I've written more than the rest of my life combined. It is almost as though our two individual life signatures were linked, just waiting for each other, and when they met my vault creaked open.

It is, of course, also possible I'm completely batty. Time will tell.