My typewriter sits on the coffee table, ready for me to type something at a moments notice. I sometimes just sit and hope for inspiration to come. When nothing comes one method is to start something based on what I’ve seen or heard recently, or whatever pops into my head while looking around the room. I heard about the owls on the radio today. As for the rest…
AND FINALLY..
Filed under Photography, Poetry, Typewriters
Written during a break from writing my November novel for NaNoWriMo.
typed on the Olivetti Lettera 22
Filed under Poetry, Typewriters
from the platen of my Eaton’s Prestige (aka Smith Corona Silent Super c. 1959)
purchased Dec 15, 2011
This typewriter was made like a tank! Plus it has every feature that was available, even the platen is removeable.
It sold for $119.50. I paid $20. In 1959 you could have purchased a Rolex watch for $100. I’m glad typewriters have not appreciated in value to that degree.
Filed under Books and Short Stories, Poetry, Typewriters
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