Trying out an e ink tablet.
I am currently handwriting this
on my tablet to see how good it is at converting text. I've also read how writing in longhand can be a different experience from typing a story. Long gone is the callous on my second finger that l had when I was a kid.
The memories of being a kid. It was a lonely one for the most part until I made it to high school. Before then, my mom and I lived in a double wide on the side of a busy road. I didn't live in neighborhood full of kids. There was one girl who lived down the street l knew in the years that I lived at the location from third to eighth grade. We didn't hang out a whole lot but every once in a while, when I was accidentally locked out of my house and had to wait for my mom to get home from work, I would walk down there and her family would let me hang on till my mom came home.
I was a latchkey kid and spent a lot of time alone or in my books. And when I say my books, I don't mean the ones for school. I was too much of a daydreamer to pay attention in class and so it didn't come as a surprise when those remarks of "needs to pay attention in class” showed up in my report card. My conduct was always marked well though. My parents instilled in me from a very young age the importance of manners but I did tend to talk a little too much sometimes. I was an awkward kid and lived in the extremes of loneliness the was countered by me talking in class. It wasn't a good combination but thankfully, I never got into too much trouble.
The books I meant were the ones that come from a trip to the bookstore or my favorite, the scholastic book fair. The excitement of bringing home the five or six pages of book descriptions along with the order form are some of my most treasured memories. I didn't come from a family of money. It was a single parent home and although my dad paid child support, we weren't living high on the hog. But she always made sure that I could get a book or two.
Outside of the books, there wasn't much else to do but looking back, l'm grateful because I think that's where I developed my imagination and honed the ability to amuse myself.
Verdict: the remarkable 2 was able to convert about 80 to 90% of my penmanship to text and that's pretty amazing.
on my tablet to see how good it is at converting text. I've also read how writing in longhand can be a different experience from typing a story. Long gone is the callous on my second finger that l had when I was a kid.
The memories of being a kid. It was a lonely one for the most part until I made it to high school. Before then, my mom and I lived in a double wide on the side of a busy road. I didn't live in neighborhood full of kids. There was one girl who lived down the street l knew in the years that I lived at the location from third to eighth grade. We didn't hang out a whole lot but every once in a while, when I was accidentally locked out of my house and had to wait for my mom to get home from work, I would walk down there and her family would let me hang on till my mom came home.
I was a latchkey kid and spent a lot of time alone or in my books. And when I say my books, I don't mean the ones for school. I was too much of a daydreamer to pay attention in class and so it didn't come as a surprise when those remarks of "needs to pay attention in class” showed up in my report card. My conduct was always marked well though. My parents instilled in me from a very young age the importance of manners but I did tend to talk a little too much sometimes. I was an awkward kid and lived in the extremes of loneliness the was countered by me talking in class. It wasn't a good combination but thankfully, I never got into too much trouble.
The books I meant were the ones that come from a trip to the bookstore or my favorite, the scholastic book fair. The excitement of bringing home the five or six pages of book descriptions along with the order form are some of my most treasured memories. I didn't come from a family of money. It was a single parent home and although my dad paid child support, we weren't living high on the hog. But she always made sure that I could get a book or two.
Outside of the books, there wasn't much else to do but looking back, l'm grateful because I think that's where I developed my imagination and honed the ability to amuse myself.
Verdict: the remarkable 2 was able to convert about 80 to 90% of my penmanship to text and that's pretty amazing.
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