When I was little and too young to read, I would climb up and sit at my Mom’s old electric typewriter. I would first remove the dark brown terry cloth towel with the embroidered owl, and then the gray plastic cover. Reaching underneath the right hand side I would make it “click” and the whirring would begin. After endlessly punching random keys, I’d rip the paper out, take it to my Mom and she’d read the long, funny non-word sentences to me. I’ve been writing ever since.
Thank you for visiting my blog about the writing (and reading) life. I’ll be sure to include more funny non-word sentences.