I am in the market for an old typewriter from the era of my protagonist. This purchase will meet all three of my ‘perfect purchase’ requirements, which are: the item must be beautiful, useful and practical. Consider:
First, it will look awesome on the cabinet next to my computer. Beautiful.
Second, it will serve as an historical prop, because my protagonist owns just such a typewriter that she inherited from her father. Useful.
And third, it will remind me to STOP SCREWING AROUND WITH THIS TEMPLATE INSTEAD OF USING THE TIME TO WRITE. Practical.
I need to start assessing myself a fine every time I dink around with this template. The IT boat did not come in until I was long at sea on another ship, and yet, I can waste more time playing with HMTL and fonts and I cannot even use any of this information in my book. I should be doing something useful, like learning how to make bathtub gin and dance the Charleston.
I am safer from social media. Pinterest is only mildly interesting and I post on it in spurts, mostly snarky sayings involving guns, wine and cats. Facebook is just not my thing – I am never posting pictures of myself doing anything on it, and I am just not that interested in all of the minutia and TMI that fills those screens. And Twitter. Ah Twitter. I believe that I shall despair of ever having even the faintest clue as to what that is all about. Two people are actually following me on it, and I have no idea why.
Really, all I want to do is write a mystery. Actually, a whole series of mysteries with the same cool gal. She lives in a time where a manual typewriter was the cat’s pajamas in terms of high tech. When I get reach the point where an agent and/or publisher insists on this social presence, I will make myself known to the universe then. Better yet, I will coerce someone else into doing that part.
Right now, just give me a QWERTY board, a ream of paper and a glass of wine and all will be well in my little unknown corner of the world.