Delete, delete, delete!

In the old days a writer might be surrounded by a mass of scrunched up pieces of paper covered with notes and failed words. They would fill the wastepaper basket and flow out onto the carpet like molten lava from a volcano.

These days the scene is a bit different, and this morning my backspace key died. Not only did it die, but I punched it so hard that it leapt from the keyboard and onto the carpet. Not quite sure it can be fixed, but at least I have something to put in my wastepaper basket now.