The Devil’s Advocate’s laptop. – Part 1

“WRITING IS FUN”

No it isn’t …

You terrify me. What if what I write on you is useless or laughable? What nonsense will I put down today? You expose me to ridicule, self-doubt and criticism. I might offend or say things I regret. Give away secrets best left unsaid. You show my weaknesses and fears. Opportunities for others to use my own soul against me. I hate you. You tease and taunt me and you are ALWAYS there. Except for when you decide to leave me for some technical reason and take all the words extracted by torture away with you. Never to be seen again. You insist on your pound of flesh yet give nothing in return. I hate you. I wish I had never bought you. You cost me my life …

Yes it is …

You give me not only this world and everything in it but others far away and in other dimensions. You give me love and adventure. You thrill me. You heal me. You take me away from despair and replace it with riches and hope. You fuel my imagination and expand my mind. You let me meet and converse with and love people that I would have never have otherwise without you.You are my bed-rock, always there when others have forsaken me. I love you. You gave me my life.

Shylock: I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.

Salerio: Why, I am sure, if he forfeit thou wilt not take his flesh: what’s that good for?
Shylock: To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.