Pencil

This morning I intended to write a riveting memoir—one chronicling the highs and lows of my life in the 20th and 21st centuries. 

To begin, I needed my iPad. The iPad search started at about nine AM. After an hour or so, I found it tucked into a stack of magazines; it needed charging. After a few minutes, I could open the home screen. The word processing app was missing. In my effort to simplify the home screen. I had moved it somewhere. Eventually, I found it and was able to launch it. The application needed updating, so I chose the option. Updates recommend additional features. One enhancement is Scribble. Scribble allows you to use an Apple pencil to write your text and convert it to a text page. I was interested, and I hit the "learn more" button. In a few minutes, I grasped the basics of Scribble. It took another hour to understand the more arcane features. To try out this feature, I needed my Apple pencil. I searched for it. I had last used it as a bookmark, and the question was, in what book? I found it in a 2017 almanac. It needed charging. Once charged, I paired the pencil to my iPad. 

As a first test, I wrote out the Gettysburg Address. In most cases, the transcription was accurate, although some suggested writing improvements were intriguing. 

I was now ready to begin my memoir. I opened with I was born in humble circumstances, but then I noticed it was growing dark, so I laid aside the work for the day and began planning for tomorrow when I will download and install an application to help me keep track of my library.