A couple of weekends ago, I went to an estate sale. A former cleaning client is moving to California and selling an enormous amount of their belongings.
Among the cool collectibles?
A manual Underwood typewriter.
And I got it, of course, because it was a typewriter. Old. Heavier than hell.
And my inner writer geek had a look of starry-eyed wonder over this fascinating piece.
And of course, I can’t just stick it on a table as a conversation piece. Oh no. I had to get a new ribbon for it.
And then figure out how to replace said ribbon.
Which led to finding the information online (of course) because even old typewriter manuals are online.
I am ridiculously pleased with myself. My inner writer geek is practically salivating to write the Great American Novel while pecking away at worn keys.