Friday, March 27, 2009

Notes From the Battlefront

The battle of Little Big Move began on Tuesday evening, and has been progressing with only the smallest of hitches until today, when a setback of horrifying proportions came to light. If I was prone to hyperbole (which I am) I might even be tempted to say it is the worst thing that could have possibly happened in the middle of a campaign such as this one.

I might even call it the first sign of bloodshed.

To put it in simple terms - my Internet is being disconnected and I do not know when I will get it back again. It could be days, or even as long as a week before we are connected once more.

Certainly I knew that there would be losses, it's to be expected during the heat of battle, but this - this is almost too much to bear. I have heard rumors that in the first days, unable to truly believe it is gone, one goes to the computer and clicks on the Internet icon... only to have nothing happen. Still the itch continues, much like that from a phantom limb.

Why didn't I see this coming? Because I could not bear the thought of it. I stocked myself heavily with supplies from the wishful thinking store ("Shipping out false hope since before shipping was invented. Ask about our group rates!"), believing that they would prevent against catastrophes such as this one.

Since there is no knowing when I will have access or be able to post again, I am extending the deadline for the analogy contest (Win a free book and bragging rights and a cheesy jpeg pic that I created all by myself!) for another week.

Until we can meet again, I will think fondly of you all.

From the trenches of Little Big Move,

Kate Karyus Quinn