I remember my first typewriter (so many decades ago hah), and the addiction I had to tapping on those keys. Your sister was a good one, for sure.
I can't really do without mechanical keyboards at this point. Discovering how many people have an addiction to that "clackety-clack" like me has been a revelation. Personally, I don't use the key switches that have the "loud click," only because the room I write in also contains my sleeping spouse.
This is quietly beautiful. The way sound becomes permission to keep going feels deeply true, especially the idea that writing doesn’t remove fear, it carries you through it.
I grew up not far from railroad tracks, and the sound of trains passing at night was one of my favorite things about living there. Somehow it made me sad and lonely and felt like home all at the same time. I still really miss that sound even though it still makes me sad, and I absolutely love traveling in trains.
And I *love* the sound of a typewriter. I would so like to have one again but I do too much editing and revision as I write, so I feel like it would just frustrate me.
I absolutely loved this! What a touching, and honestly, genius, thing for your dad to do. I also understand the importance of a good key sound. There's nothing like that typewriter clacking, but a good solid click just feels like home.
Such an incredible and inspiring story ❤️
I remember my first typewriter (so many decades ago hah), and the addiction I had to tapping on those keys. Your sister was a good one, for sure.
I can't really do without mechanical keyboards at this point. Discovering how many people have an addiction to that "clackety-clack" like me has been a revelation. Personally, I don't use the key switches that have the "loud click," only because the room I write in also contains my sleeping spouse.
Bu that feel? That feel can't be matched.
Loved this!
I need to replace my mechanical keyboard. The one I had finally crapped out on me.
Such a great story and how awesome to have a sister that supported your creativity in that way.
I’m very lucky to have amazing support from family and friends.
Ah, I miss my old Corona typewriter. There is something very soothing about the sound of fingers tapping on the keys.
Totally agree.
Thanks for sharing the story. It was quite touching.
Thank you
This is quietly beautiful. The way sound becomes permission to keep going feels deeply true, especially the idea that writing doesn’t remove fear, it carries you through it.
It is cool how the sound of that first typewriter has shaped my entire writing life.
I love it! What a beautiful story!
I grew up not far from railroad tracks, and the sound of trains passing at night was one of my favorite things about living there. Somehow it made me sad and lonely and felt like home all at the same time. I still really miss that sound even though it still makes me sad, and I absolutely love traveling in trains.
And I *love* the sound of a typewriter. I would so like to have one again but I do too much editing and revision as I write, so I feel like it would just frustrate me.
We live quite close to tracks, and when the train rolls through at night and sound the horn, I find it quite creepy.
I get that too, although it never scared me. Maybe because I grew up hearing stories about my great grandfather working on the railroad.
Love that story! 🥰 So authentic and very understanable. I‘m autistic and I‘m glad that I can decide which keyboard works and sounds best for me! 🙂👍🏻
I’m glad to hear it’s not just me.
I used to ride the train from Phoenix to Flagstaff during the late 60’s. The great song ‘The City of New Orleans’ captures that feeling for me.
“Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers' magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel”
I absolutely loved this! What a touching, and honestly, genius, thing for your dad to do. I also understand the importance of a good key sound. There's nothing like that typewriter clacking, but a good solid click just feels like home.