The Hemingwriter* (or whatever less offensive thing they call it these days) is a concept to which I wholly subscribe. I want to be able to write without device, to play bamboo flute with kubi or djimbe, write masterworks of prevarication.
To inhabit whichever sunset or star-filled sky I choose.
"If you have a prototype developed soon, why not yours truly as a beta tester (traditional writer)? My idea is simple. I will travel to Cuba and use the Hemingwrite over a 3-6 week period to send dispatches from a country that has little to nil Internet connectivity outside of Havana. In other words, Cuba still exists as an Internet-free society. Perfect for SMS text-level transmission."
They didn't have a prototype and long story short, family obligations trumped Cuba and I headed back to California to find that my agent had not found a publisher and I had run out of money.
Fast forward a year: what has been released is revealed as the Tron-looking Freewrite, which Mashable describes as "pretentious hipster nonsense." Hmm... At first glance, they turned what could have been a vintage typewriter into an early 1990s word processor.
Wait... maybe I'll create my own, ask a machine shop and an electronics shop in Dumaguete to coordinate. It is amazing what you can salvage from yesteryear technologies in these latitudes.
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