My first attempt on the typewriter.
My grandmother gave me her old Smith Corona typewriter last week. It’s a heavy beast, possibly capable of smashing toes at will, and more than likely possessed, but I’m utterly in love.
Apparently I’m also very bad at typing on a typewriter and will have to practice. I’m used to a fairly soft touch on my apple keyboard, but this typewriter requires a more, shall we say aggressive approach?
There’s something distinctly satisfying about banging out a letter – in my mind, it’s akin to slamming the old house phone down.
Musical accompaniment for today’s post comes courtesy of Michael Hedges, a musician who passed way too early…
