You couldn’t tell, reading this, what keyboard I’m writing from. In fact, my beloved MacBookPro 13″ 2017 with the notorious butterfly keys, yeah that one, is finally going to Apple Tech Services under the extended three year warranty programme through John Lewis.
I can’t deal with the unresponsive spacebar any longer! So these words are being facilitated through a rather older MacBookPro while I hope that the sick butterfly spacebar will be fixed for another few years.
I’m not holding my breath, to be honest, and I do have a work-around for when all else fails: a USB keyboard that’s clunky, that doesn’t sit well with the trackpad, but that at least will let me type away as fast as my fingers can fly. But given the guarantee, I should really work in the expectation that the machine, the very conduit for my deathless words, is functioning as it should.
Looking back to when my MacBookPro landed in my lap, Christmas of 2018, and then forward to the number of words that have passed through its keys since, I’m staggered. First there was the daily diary, at AllendaleDiary.org averaging oh, something like 750 words a pop, so that would be about 275k over 2019. Then there was the first draft of Biome NE47 by Sept 2020, at about 130k. Then the Prequel coming in at 80k or thereabouts. And recently, another 40k anyway on my various novel beginnings. To say nothing of email correspondence and work for our writing group.
Five hundred thousand words anyway, since the MacBookPro arrived. Still, I’m hoping for another 500k before it goes to the great laptop recycling centre.