It is very hard to write when someone is staring unblinkingly at me. Why does he dislike the computer? Where is the mystery-loving dog who is supposed to be a warm companion as I spin spooky tales of terror? But, no. Only stares and now and then a deep-throated whine or a poke with a pointed nose. Then, giving up, he stands dejectedly, head down, while I worry about damage to his psyche.
Alas, my poor Nemo is a victim of Logizomechanophobia, which is computer phobia. Or else, he’s trying to tell me something. Maybe it is I who should be afraid. Maybe deep within the internal workings of this amazing device called a computer, there lurks a mean old troll or a mad, invisible mystery muncher who oozes invisibly through the computer’s keyboard, stealing plot ideas and replacing them with the dreaded writer’s block. Maybe Nemo is trying to warn me.
I get up to pour another cup of coffee and he is over-joyed, trotting ahead of me with an encouraging flick of the tail. But then, alas, I return to my previous perch before the computer’s screen, and he puts his nose to the floor, scenting invisible footprints, probably. Yes, that must be it! It must be there’s something within the computer who taunts Nemo, knowing that it is safe within the intricate workings of technology and Nemo has no way of telling me, so he does the best he can. He warns, he guards, he becomes dejected and flops down on the carpet, his back turned to the computer.
And, I sip and type and wonder and try to ignore the whole idea.
Love the idea of a troll oozing out of your computer and Nemo trying his best to warn you!
Who knows? Only the Shadows knows. Heh heh.
What a cutie! “Play with me!”
Nemo thanks you, Kimberly. Yes, he’s cute, a Corgi mix. Probably lots of varied ancestors, but I like him a lot. And, I think you’re right. He wanted me to play with him instead of concentrating on a dull and boring computer.