After finishing off a frustrating assignment today, I finally have a day of respite tomorrow. And yes, I'm spending most of it with my typewriter. It's been feeling neglected lately.
You might wonder why I have a typewriter when most people these days use a word processor. I salvaged it from my Dad's work early last year (I think) and it's actually as old as I am. It's still in pretty good condition though, so I figured out how to use it and I think it's lovely.
It's electronic, but has a manual mode. There is something very writer-like about typing on a typewriter, that the computer keyboard simply doesn't give you.
Speaking of my writing though, I've dug up a few stories I've written in the past few years. I'll have to have a search for some of my older works which were quite good and which I'll never be able to write again. It's not a question of my skills deteriorating (I hope), but rather of my style changing. You might notice it in reading these few, if you're interested. Most of them are somewhat experimental in theme. Lately, I've started to move into different mediums and genres, but they're still in progress. Hopefully I'll finish off a few in the next month or so.
Heartbreak Hill (September 2006)
Excuse the lack of verisimilitude. It was more about human relations.
Devdan's Egg (November 2006)
One of my favourites. I love Devdan!
Thanks for the Tea (January 2007)
A characterisation exercise. To me, it doesn't really feel like a full story and it's unedited.
Charcoal Faces (March 2007)
An attempt at children's literature. Might need to simplify the sentence structures and linguistic style.
Dryad's Heart Awakened (May 2008) [ed: removed for editing]
Actually the background legend to a longer story I'm in the process of writing
If you do happen to read any of my written work, please let me know what you think. I'm very open to criticism (especially constructive), even if it's nit-picky to the extreme.
Hope you enjoy the reading!
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We used to have a typewriter at home, the old school ink ribbon type, and I loved bashing away at it. The ink finished up, and attempts tp revive it with water obviously didn't work, so I proceeded to bash on it with nothing appearing on the page until we moved house and it was thrown away. Much later on, I found we also had an electric one, but it too had a dead ribbon and ended up on the scrapheap. I think typewriters is part of a writers education, and one that many younger writers today will not get, with the clacking of the keys, and the 'ding' of the return carriage, which is why many people don't get why the button is called a "return", while new machines now just have "enter" LOL ~ah the memories.
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