writers… type

I changed,

the header,

I borrowed it,

from tumblr,

I picked a typewriter.

For one simple,

maybe even,

simplistic,

reason.

When I think,

writer,

I think,

type,

and even,

typewriter.

I don’t know why,

perhaps,

because,

the writers,

I most admire,

typed.

My favourite writers,

are mostly from,

the 20 Th century,

there are exceptions,

but,

by and large,

yep,

20 Th century.

If I believed as does,

my friend the anarchist,

that the great novels,

are of the 19 Th century,

than,

I would picture writers,

with pen and paper.

Instead,

I picture,

writers,

smoking and ponding away,

at the keys.

Mr.Williams even has a cup of coffee,

is it any wonder,

he wrote such plays,

of angst and yearning?

My man Leonard,

poet, mensch,

even has a guitar:-)

Hem has the open sky.

Irving’s may be electric,

but,

it’s still a typewriter:-)

Harper Lee,

wrote one book,

but,

what a book!!

and on?

yes,

you guessed it,

a typewriter.

So I chose my header,

because to me writers,

type,

and,

although,

I have no illusions,

I have aspirations,

to be a writer.

I type on a mini keyboard,

of what is,

barely,

a computer,

a little blog,

but,

in my mind’s eye,

it is a good solid novel,

pecked out,

two fingers at a time,

on a typewriter.

A butch has to dream,

no?

Wink.

Later girls,

BB

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Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my very early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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