My goodness. I don’t write in this as I promised I should. All my best laid plans have vanished in a fine burst of steam. I want to stake claim as being a writer, yet compared to the established I feel no more than a pretender. Though a good one, but still a pretender — the I Can’t Believe it’s Not Butter of the writing community.

I wanna blame the word processor interface for my lack of productivity . . . yes, let’s blame that.

Treepad, Notepad, Wordpad, Word Perfect, Word, Rough Draft, DarkRoom, the list goes on like a serial lover. Each one has its merits and feel, but never quite has that feeling of versatility and simplicity. Still the monolith of technology can’t replace the raw passionate feeling of pen on paper.

Now if only pen and paper came built with an intergrated spellchecker then I’d be set . . .