Does my vanity know no bounds?
I fancy myself a writer, sure. I've always wanted an old-fashioned mechanical typewriter to work on, despite the wild impracticality of it. I need to save my documents to the cloud, I need to be able to use my phone to check on my various projects and to be able to export to different file formats. And I'd really rather not have to go through reams of paper and retyping them onto my computer as I go.
And because of that, the Hemingwrite (really guys? Ugh) looks like a dream to me. Sure, I'd look like the most hipster of hipster, but if this actually lives up to the promise of writing-paradise that it looks like, then who am I to pretend to be something that I'm not?
I suppose now, we wait.