The first story I have ever written was on a typewriter. I was about 10 years old when I wrote it. I can't remember the general plot of the story, but there are some detail I can still recall. It was a science fiction story. The hero had wavy blond hair. He was on a spaceship. The story began with someone calling his name. The were feline-like aliens. (I was probably watching Thunder Cats at the time.)
I can still remember the clacking of the keys; how one would insert the paper and turn the knob on the side to roll the page into place; how one would pull the lever on the right to move the whole drum to the left -- today's equivalent of the "Enter" / "Return" key; one ones fingers would get dirty when one when you have to replace the ink lint (is that what it is called, an ink lint?).
I'm suddenly nostalgic for typewriters.
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My mother had a big typewriter when I was a kid. I typed stories on it. The typewriter was very loud. It always made a whirring sound whenever it was turned on. It is the end of an era.
I do remember those word processors that came out in the 1990s. My family went through a few of those since my technophobic mother didn't want to get a computer yet. Those word processors were cheesy. I was relieved when she finally got one.
Ah, the good ol' days.
Honestly, I'm very thankful for computers, with word processor programs, spell checkers, and all the rest. I can't imagine writing and editing long texts by hand.
Nonetheless, I still feel nostalgic for old typewriters.
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