today, i opened up my little typewriter. i don’t do that very often, only when i’m starting something new and need a bit of old-fashioned creative juice. the typewriter works every time. i use it when i ought to slow down and type four words per minute instead of sixty. it helps to let my daydreams in.
and there is also a nice story i remembered about how the typewriter came into my life. maybe i will tell it here sometime. i like the things that tell a story.
so this morning, i punched in some words. they didn’t tell much of a story. i noticed a few sticky keys. the ribbon needs replacing. maybe i will get to that. but the daydreams were a nice place to begin.