Still Writing

I began my writing career on a typewriter. A little green Olivetti that my dad gave me, as my handwriting was too messy for him to read the stories and poetry I wrote otherwise.  Possibly one like this, apparently dating to the 60s and currently selling on Etsy for $1,200. I have no idea what my typing speed is these days - thanks to word processing I can write fast and dirty and go back and fix it right way. I never took typing or keyboarding skills in school - afraid it would consign me to a future as a secretary, at a time when I had much grander goals! Actress. Foreign news correspondent. Farmer... In those days making corrections was a tedious thing involving dabbing White Out on the page and typing over it, or employing a kind of tape feature on my IBM Selectric machine (later in a job where I was in effect, a secretary) which always got tied in knots and made more messes than it fixed.  Making major changes often required cutting up the MS pages, arranging and rear...