This weekend I went to see the play The Book of Mormon, which I laughed at repeatedly and occasionally felt bad about for doing so. Going to the performance, I walked past a Starbucks (surprised, right?) and found a gentleman rocking an electronic typewriter. He was writing, of all things, a screenplay, and masterfully zipping to the proper indentions as he pounded out the dialogue of what could be a masterpiece, or madness, or both. It was great to get some writing inspiration in Hollywood of all places. I’ll take it.
So awesome to see some Old School writing! I remember sneaking my mother’s typewriter into my room. I always wrote by hand and I just had to experiennce this mysterious process. It got me permanently hooked to a life of writing…Thanks for the memory 🙂
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