That's not writting. It's typing.

I recently became the proud borrower of a typewriter. It's in the basement bar on my table. It sits next to my plant and I've been using it every day. Lately, I've been hitting a bit of a slump. I can't seem to finish my work like I used to. I think this little, blue Remington will get me out of my funk.

I'm calling it a phase shift. Writting on my computer is no longer working. Something about it is causing more harm than good. Maybe it's the easy access to internet. Or maybe it's the lack of a desk, but I just can't do it anymore.

Perhaps it will work, maybe not. But that thing sure is fun. And it's loud. I'm going to keep it up. Exercises that muscle. Change over that phase.