I love modern technology and computers that
save your work automatically [here looking at you Google Docs]. But there is
something so romantic and rustic about waking up, getting a cup of hot
chocolate and sitting down at your typewriter to write. Maybe it’s the sound of
the keys. Maybe it’s the fact that back in the olden days, that’s all they had
to get down a story.
Whenever I find a typewriter in a store, I always
type one sentence and hope someone else continues the story. Or it inspires
someone. Or someone just reads it.
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