The writer made a beeline for his study.
His wife watched him rush by. She wondered what the emergency was. Moments later, she followed him in. He sat scribbling frantically, mumbling something about not losing something. Half aware of her presence, he held up a finger. She looked on until he had almost filled the page with writing. When he had finished, he looked up with a sigh. She approached and took in what he’d been up to. She shook her head slowly.
“Why on Earth didn’t you use the computer?” She asked.
With a weary shake of the head, he said. “Have you any idea how long it takes to fire up the computer and open a new Word document?”
