...is a tiny laptop, lightweight, with just enough functionality to type on. Then I could write when inspiration struck, instead of waiting through a subway ride, a bus ride, a walk home, and the mandatory half-hour Cat Greeting Ceremony. And then I wouldn't have to feel that I had to be home every evening to work on my writing,* and I could write wherever--atop a mountain in the Berkshires, in a traffic jam in New York, in a fin de siecle theater in Allston, in the Egyptian exhibit of a Boston museum.**
I also need the upgrade that allows you to transfer the words directly from your forebrain to the screen. That would make life so much easier. They're coming out with those in time for Christmas, right?
* Whether I'm writing anything at the time is immaterial. Right now, I'm running on about 15 years of "god damn it, what are you doing out when you haven't done your pages yet today?"
** You think I'm a devoted scholar, typing away so studiously as I peer at a 3,000-year-old coffin. I hope you won't look at my screen and notice that I'm writing Inuyasha/Ed Elric yaoi. It's all good.