I have made a goal for myself. I am to finish 20 books by the first of February.
I have finished number two.
The first book was Jamaica Kincaid's "My Brother."
The second was Melissa Banks' new novel, "The Wonder Spot."
Both were excellent.
I especially loved "The Wonder Spot" and I hope some of you will read it over the winter. It's just really the perfect winter novel.
My own novel is still asleep.
Ella lies dormant within the confines of my computer and I don't want her to emerge until I can find a working typewriter. Yes. I want to write this novel on a real, working typewriter. There is something romantic about that. Or crazy. Or both.
I don't know.
Lately the act of writing on my computer has felt sterile.
And I have lost the ability to hand-write my work.
I need the typewriter.
I need the heavy keys.
I need the clickety-clack.
So I am now in the market for a used typewriter. Not antique, but used. I was thinking of finding a sturdy Royal. I've heard they are the best.
My mother thought she had one but realized later that she had sold it in a yard sale.
Now I am typewriter-less.
This week has been slow and I love that.
I am supposed to be looking for a second job but I am finding it difficult during Christmas-week to do that. I just want to stay home and read.
I am going to start book number three later tonight after watching some Six Feet Under (1st Season DVD).
Number three is David Sedaris' "Me Talk Pretty One Day."
Oh, and my mother has skin cancer...
I just found out today.
1 comment:
I know what you mean about the typewriter stuff like that has personality. I love music and have lots of CDs but I still really like vynil, it's the same with analogue recording techniques in a studio and some older film techniques. You often get warmer more human results.
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