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
