You didn't think I meant that literally, did you?
This innocuous little suitcase has been sitting around for.... well years. Since my grandma died in Oct. 2001. (2001 was a bad year.)
When she died, we started the sorting....
And I got to pick some things that I wanted to keep. I picked a bunch of books, naturally.
Because really, every writer needs a typewriter.
So, when I was cleaning up the "craft room" the other day, I pulled it out.
And cleaned it up.
And lo and behold, the ribbon I thought needed to be replaced, doesn't!
Boo was enthralled. Possibly in part because I won't let her touch my laptop.
But also because she'd never seen one before. She had absolutely no idea what it was. Which is just sad, really.
So my new goal-- finish cleaning the craft room and try to find a place for this to actually be out all the time. (Boo was begging to use it today.)
Because every writer needs a typewriter.