The Last Resort...

I started a short story a while back. This short story is now on its third draft and no progress has been made beyond the third paragraph. I am using the reflective narrator so dialogue is not a problem, nor is it the expository. As a source of inspiration I have turned to my last resort: A 1939 portable Royal typewriter in mint condition.

I bought it late in 1997 and it has been a faithful companion in the age of technology. I have written various essays using it and even though it feels like a pre-historic dinosaur, I find succor with it. This is the same model Hemingway used while composing his masterpiece "For Whom the Bell Tolls." I have read various books on fiction writing and all of them agree that if a certain habit or knack helps you with your writing then by all means indulge. I know of people who only use a specific gel pen (they've ordered dozens on the chance that they might not be produced again), or others who only write on Moleskine notebooks. So, I will use my typewriter like the good Luddite that I am... wish me luck with this!

By the way, I finished reading "Writers on Writing." This book took me a long time to finish due to the fact that I had a concert and several other things going on at the same time. So, in order to catch up for lost time I am going to give my two-books-at-the-same-time theory another try. I am reading Junot Diaz's "Drown," and Carl Jung's "The Undiscovered Self."