ommwriter is a long slow grin

Youre doubtful. Youre hopeful. Youve been burned before. Youve been using Word and it felt like your pant leg was caught in a lawnmower, a big noisy contraption designed to do whatever it wants to do without regard to your hopes and dreams and wants and needs. Word doesnt respect you while youre using it and it wont respect you the morning after, honey. So you fumble toward Ommwriter and on it comes and this tiny grin happens, not on your mouth, not yet, but deep inside your brain. Can this be? What strange little perfect world is this? And the grin goes external, and it grows and it sticks. You type and every little keystroke is a small step into bliss and even more, its a step away from the monster, Word receding into nothingness, leaving just you and OmmWriter and your long slow grin.

horatiosalt about OmmWriter, v1.0