Road Trip Writer

There we were in our car, on our way to Dallas. Laptop happily packed safely in the trunk, forcing me to scrawl my scattered thoughts onto the pad I brought with me. And as I begin to write, my trusty, check-writing pen in hand, it's then I realize OH MY GOD, I write.so.fricken.slow! Apparently I must type at super-war-speed or something, lightning fast enough to keep up with my thoughts. And my hand? My hand just couldn't keep up! The more I tried to write faster to catch my thoughts, the worse my handwriting got. Ludicrous!

Computers haven't been around for THAT long. I recall cuddling up with a notebook to etch my life's thoughts into it like stone tablet. And now I can barely keep up with those very thoughts. Am I really so "new school" that I can't write a simple article on paper any longer?

Apparently, unless Chicken Scratch 2.0 is acceptable. See? Ludicrous.

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