Boo. No writing was done today. Instead I read over 70 pages of Moon Over Manifest of which I have an assignment due Monday at 9am for my online class.
Here’s a favorite quote so far:
“The Manifest Herald newspaper office was about centered on Main Street and we walked into a holy mess. Newspapers were stacked two and three feet tall. A typewriter sat on a cluttered desk, its keys splayed open with some scattered on the desk like it tried to spell explosion and the explosion happened.” (Page 14)
I sort of have a romantic thing for typewriters. As you can see by the prints over my desk.
I’ve never typed on one. I recently saw a gorgeous, black, very antique-looking and relatively small typewriter for sale at a vintage store by me for $95 and was very tempted to purchase it. As decoration? I don’t even know. But it’s driving me crazy that I could go back and it won’t be there.
I need to read 70 pages a day in order to finish MoM by Saturday night. Wish me luck!