As precious minutes ticked away, I wrestled with the two obvious choices:
1) buy a new machine
2) get the original one fixed.
I contacted the manufacturer, confirmed that the warranty had expired, and asked if they even thought the tablet could be repaired. I shopped around on-line for a new one. I fretted over the time I was spending not working on comics. My abandoned coffee got cold. It was tragic.
While I was dealing with all of this, the part of my brain that actually makes the comics was hard at work developing a third option. By the time I began to pay attention to what was going on, the solution was fully formed. It was simple, elegant, interesting, and fit flawlessly into the narrative. In a word, it was perfect.
Starting next Monday, September 4th, Aurora Ridge will be taking a slight detour while its author sorts out this little equipment malfunction.