Thursday, March 27, 2008
Aside from discovering that I am widely available pocky, which I find somewhat ironic given yesterday's news, I have concluded part of the reason why I find writing so painful recently has to do with my keyboard. See in September 2004, I got my baby G5... and I remember thinking how beautiful and pretty and perfect it was... and how bloody well the keyboard worked. Barely any resistance—it just took a tap and the words appeared.
Over the past few months my keyboard has been getting progressively more unpleasant. I blamed the design—really, Apple, who though that an open to the elements board was a good thing—for letting crap get in under the keys and gunk them up.
Today I realized that it is nearing 4 years old this coming fall, and maybe the ache in my hands from having to argue with several of the keys while trying to type isn't from crap being stuck underneath. After all, I've kept it going with keyboard cleaners and the compressed air cans, but 3 years is a long time for a writer's keyboard. Especially a writer who doesn't just type, but is reliant on shortcut key combos for the common operations.
While I still plan to invest in a laptop in the next few weeks, maybe the healthiest and best thing I could do for my productivity is to invest in a new keyboard. I'll be investigating it later today after I meet my writing goal.