I hadn't bought a typewriter in months. Last week I bought...a few. Five. No, six. I now own 52 machines, though I await the arrival of a few of them in the mail.
I can't begin to understand how my mind works. Maybe it's broken.
Here are a few current shots of the Deep East Texas Broken Typewriter Museum. When the last few arrive, I will be completely out of space. Actually, I'm already out of space.
It's hard to find the time to maintain them, make sure they still work, keep the dust off them. I like to think as time goes on I will be able to do it all, but I won't. Writing, full-time job, something has to give.
I hope to keep this blog updated but I've failed to recently. When my new children begin arriving in the mail I hope to offer updates.