On Saturday the 13th of June, I was having a Twitter conversation with a knowledgeable man about typewriters. I haven’t used a typewriter in, well, a long, long time. After our conversation, I dug out a typewriter that I have a sordid history with and plugged it in to see if it still functioned. Surprisingly, it did!
This inspired me to write the following short subject with the contraption of my youth…and a second short subject with my current contraption.
While the typewriter is not mine, I can certainly claim a piece of its history, as it can claim mine. It is on this electric machine that I wrote my infamous (and sadly) lost mess-terpiece, with the awful title…The Tide Thus Falls. The humming electricity vibrated through my entire body, as my fingers pounded out late-night words, telling a tale of lust, sex, violence, unspeakable torture and misguided love. All written at 14 or 15, because I was a freakboy before my muse dubbed me so.