Forcing myself to write and the glow moment

When I was in high school, I had a typewriter. It was actually my mom’s old typewriter, which I found in the basement. It wasn’t one of those beautiful typewriters, with individual keys for each letter, that made a quaint print-pressing sound as you typed, bringing you back to simpler times. It was an eighties typewriter and it looked like an old computer. When I turned it on, it made the same sound that receipt machines make when they’re printing and it moved it’s cursor to the next available line.

Young Alex and her trusty typewriter.

Writer, t-shirt designer, software engineer. Child. Canoe. https://www.somewhimsy.co.uk

Writer, t-shirt designer, software engineer. Child. Canoe. https://www.somewhimsy.co.uk