I’ve heard it said that the difference between being a writer, and someone who writes… Is that the former can’t /not/ write.
My computer’s back in the shop to swap out a dodgy hard drive (for a new one 30 times the size), so that I’m keyboardless – my only input device is my phone’s on-screen keyboard, impossible to touch-type with.
Yesterday, I finished visualising a scene, and couldn’t /not/ write it – so, thumb-tap by thumb-tap, managed a couple of thousand words over a couple of hours. Maybe 15 wpm instead of a hundred, but it got typed out. … And one of my pre-readers called it, IIRC, the liveliest in the story yet.
I once owned a clever little butterfly-folding keyboard for a PDA, no bigger than the pocket-sized device itself, but allowing full touch typing. If I ever find something of the sort for my current device, within my budget… I just might turn into that hipster writing his novel at the park, the coffee shop, the bus… 🙂
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