For one, I am having trouble figuring how to use WordPress… or any blog for that matter.
I miss typewriters. For good reason too. We don’t quite think as much as we do. With a typewriter, you think of every word, and of what follows… before it hits that page, and that sound… i miss it.
So what does one do in these post-typewriter days?
Well, I began writing with a pen. Not a pencil, a pen. The next best thing. No one can take my pens away from me.
I just realized that i have said barely anything about what this page ought to include. Typewriter. Typewriter. Typewriter.
Deep breath… Dont exhale just yet… GO!
English Literature graduate. Worked as a copywriter, didn’t like it, so i stopped going. Moved to Egypt, taught English for a year. Didn’t want to leave Egypt, so i stayed trying to figure out what to do next. Decided to start an indie music magazine with two great friends. So here i am.
That was crap, well i’m not going back, this is a typewriter…