I've been thinking about getting a laptop for myself. It's hard to share a computer with two eighth graders and a husband who needs it to make and promote his books.
But I feel like I'd be spending a lot of money so that I could blog more frequently. To tell you the truth, I'd rather buy a plane ticket somewhere.
As for my personal writing, there just isn't much time in my day to do that anyway. Even if I had a laptop.
And then, sometimes I walk by a cafe and see a person sitting inside at a table - alone with their laptop, maybe plugged into earphones, too, - laughing and smiling, and apparently having a great time. It creeps me out.
Computers are insidious.