Ah, the joy of liberation. It’s as if a soldier, after months of subsisting on MRE’s, sat down to a sumptuous steak dinner at Ruth’s Chris. It’s the repeal of the 55 mph speed limit, the freeing of our plumbing from federal gallons per flush limits, and the return of the incandescent light bulb all in one. It’s the end of tedious composition by thumb. It’s a 17.3” monitor, a comfortable and quick keyboard, blue ray, mega gigabytes of memory and speed, and sweet music too. After weeks, nigh months, nigh an eternity, of writing posts and essays and emails and everything else on a little virtual keyboard, it’s the newest addition to the family. For those who provided technical assistance and advice, thank you.
The difference in writing at regular speed versus tapping things out with my thumbs while arguing with the word predicting thingamajig about exactly what word I intend to write is the difference between a bicycle and a corvette. With plenty of space to see the material I’ve already written and a machine that will handle all of the particulars for me, I can go rollicking along, clickety clackety through a continuum of thought, of point and counterpoint, tempted to blast through grammatical standards of sentence length or punctuation voraciously gobbling up one idea after another like Michael Moore at the all you can eat buffet at Circus Circus without even slowing down because the hands move so smoothly and quickly over the keys as to induce euphoria over the fact that the other eight fingers can now get in on the act of writing without even pausing to take a breath which you would surely need to do at this point were you to try and read this sentence aloud, see?
I look forward to getting back in the conversation here.