Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Rex: The Patron Saint of Writers
Sure, you thought the patron saint of writers was St. Francis de Sales. Well, that may well be. But Frank best make room. There's a new saint in town. Saint Rex. I can't say for certain whether he's comfortable being the saint for ALL writers. But he has proven to be a more-than-adequate saint for this writer.
Because of Rex, I can now be online at the same time as Liz. Impossible you say. Not so, thanks to Rex. I can write in the house, or walk down the street and sit under a tree and write in the word processing program of my choice. Insane, how could such a thing be? I know. I never thought it was possible either. Until Rex.
I don't want to embarrass the man...ur, saint. But if Rex hadn't swooped in when he did, I wouldn't be able to expand my writing schedule. For example, I can write while waiting at Goodyear for an oil change. Or while on the road. Or on vacation. At the beach. Or any damn place I want. Saints would rather their disciples not divulge their affinities. But, damn, this laptop works great! Thanks to Saint Rex!