I had this beautiful little essay I was going to compose today. But my email stopped working, and after three hours of teeth-gnashing frustration, after which Microsoft finally fixed the problem while I sat there listening to horrible music and an infinite number of ads on the phone, my head has come to a point, my brains have turned into boiling pink foam, and I don’t remember what I was going to write!
I’m too rattled to write anything coherent, anyway.
So there goes another day down the technology rat-hole.
Meanwhile, the contest is still on.
If you’re the enterprising reader who posts the 2,000th comment on this blog, I will sent you a signed copy of my most recent book, The Palace. Remember, spam comments and mere gibberish won’t count. If I stupidly post the 2,000th comment myself, I will award the prize to whosever should post No. 2,001.