Well, my little quiz has ended, and the votes have been counted (hanging chads included.)
I guess I am not the only writer in the world not to own a laptop, but pretty close. 1 out of 5 shared my predicament.
*sigh* I suppose I shouldn’t complain. Our big, clunky Dell works fine. True, Microsoft Word has unremovable adware that makes it impossible to start it without a time consuming, complex series of steps. And true, our internet creeps at a snails pace. But, still, it all works.
Don’t ask me why I think a laptop will be so amazing. I guess it’s mainly because I imagine that I could get a little writing done upstairs while the kids played. They hate the basement. It’s really not baby proofed, and there are no toys, no TV. Yet, if I go downstairs and leave them alone, they whine. So, ideally, I could be logging an hour of writing during the day in addition to my nightly two-three hours. Ideally, of course.