I wrote my first four novels longhand sitting in a car, which is where I spend most of my life. That in itself is some feat as I'm left handed. My writing looks like an ant crawled through some ink to die a slow and messy death.
So, before Christmas, I saw a tablet advertised on a shopping channel. I know, I know I shouldn't have fallen for it. I never do with things that claim to prepare supper, cook it to perfection before washing themselves then conveniently leaping into a cupboard.
Anyway, perhaps it was one too many eggnog, but I did. All I needed was a tablet, a convenient supply of open WiFi and with the new Kingsoft Office I downloaded. All was set. It's a bit fiddly. First I have to write, then send it as a gmail to myself, then cut and copy it into my MS then reformat it. No problem. I wouldn't have to spend hours trying to read my own writing. Piece of cake in fact. Cloud and Drive simply refuse to work for me - or perhaps I'm just too much of a dumbkopf to understand them.
Except, that in the two weeks I've had it, I've yet to find an open WiFi hotspot in the whole of London. And I should know, I drive through all of it every day, nothing short of a major disaster would persuade me to go into one of those coffee shops - you know the ones I mean.
And the final thing is, and this was something the TV presenters conveniently forgot to mention; it doesn't work with talktalk, my preferred internet provider.
As it works well in every other respect, I can't return it, so it looks like it's back to the trusty Bic.
The other problem is that now I have a tablet with a three day battery, high def Spider Solitaire has never looked so good and I haven't done any writing, anyway.