Laptop still toast; Google's meta-machine abilites are the only thing keeping me from tearing my eyeballs out in frustration.
Finished Steven King's On Writing which I found surprisingly useful. Surprising only in the sense that having read quite a few how-to-write books of various flavors, I'm pretty sure I have the formula down: write. Advanced version: write a lot. King provides a good solid look at his process, though, which is what I find most valuable. That's what I get most out of Neil Gaiman's blog, for example - an idea of the day to day process of being a functioning, producing author.
Xiombarg has finally forgiven me, but this means that she is demanding attention. Including waking me up in the middle of the night, meowing, if someone has had the temerety to shut a door.