I think most authors romanticize typewriters, though we’re grateful for the convenience of our laptop computers. We imagine our predecessors plodding along until the early morning hours to complete a manuscript by deadline, their fingers smudged with carbon and their trash cans overflowing with balled up paper.
I’ve been scouring second hand shops for years in search of a manual typewriter, and finally struck gold with this 1920 Remington portable with its original cover. At 100 years old, it’s officially an antique. I can only imagine the stories its told.
The typewriter is on display in my office like a piece of sculpture. The ribbon still moves on the ancient roller and all the keys still work. Should I give them a go, just for fun, to see what story unfolds?