…possibly not as satisfying as a manual typewriter, but still effective at keeping me off the internet as I work on this novel. The guys at Office Depot looked at me like I’d grown a second head when I asked them where I’d find correction tape; I thought we were going to have to hop in a DeLorean to get me a few spools.
I think it’s the bell ring I’m missing when I hit the return key. Otherwise, Luddite heaven.
You’d get along with my father. Can’t separate him from his 25-pound clackity-clack machine. Don’t ask me where he gets the ribbons.
Marty McFly?