Last week we had company
visiting us and took in a healthy dose of local tourism and fun shopping in the
sorts of stores where you don’t realize you need something until you’re inside.
I have a love of vintage and antique shops; the adventure of finding treasure
hidden in the chaotic ramble is a pleasant challenge.
In one such store, I happened
upon this remarkable mint green toy typewriter, and as a writer, I couldn’t
resist. After begging for paper from the manager, I typed a few lines from the
scene I’ve been working on in my recent novel. The keys stuck badly, and the
ink started out sketchy but darkened with each word. When I finished a few sentences,
I reread my work. Amid numerous typos were sprinkles of words I hadn’t typed,
nor had even thought: verdant; spearmint: lush; fresh; dewy; pastoral; bucolic.
My fierce dragon battle took place in an idyllic forest glade.
My sister-in-law noticed my
surprise and told me there had been a red toy typewritter in the previous
store. Although I haven’t had a chance to make a return trip yet, I’m certainly
eager, wondering whether my dragons will end up dueling in an apple orchard,
swinging from red licorice laces with breath fiery from red hots, or in a
demonic underworld with flowing rivers of magma—the choices are almost too
exciting for my imagination!
2 comments:
What a wonderful idea for a novel... when the type writer takes over and tells the story.
Love these Tea leaf tales.
Hi Rosalie! What writer wouldn't like to try such a typewriter?
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