Hi. My name is Scott, and I have a typewriter problem.
Well…. Not a problem per-se. They’ve all been kept in cupboards and haven’t obstructed hallways and bedrooms. I’m not climbing over typewriters to get into bed.
That said, I have contemplated keeping one next to the bed so that I could bash off some writing ideas when I had a sudden urge. Like at 5 am this morning when I had an amazing dream, and then realised I could structure a plot around some of the images in my dream that would make a brilliant science fiction novel.
As you can see, I have a lot of typewriters there. The pile to the left – the smaller pile, is the ‘to sell’ pile. The rest of them, well they are just too beautiful to part with. And I have a handful of standards and other machines that aren’t in this shot, so the problem is slightly bigger than this.
So while I feel these guys aren’t in the way, and they are beautiful pieces of industrial art (and I write on them all) it doesn’t appear that there’s a real problem.
That is, until I move house.
Things are in a bit of a state of flux here at the moment, and the only certainty is that I’m going to be moving. Somewhere. It is either going to be interstate or overseas, but we’re still waiting on long over-due decisions to be made.
While this collection is combatively minor by typewriter collecting standards, it is still a large enough collection that it will be difficult to move. Particularly as it is possible that it may all end up in storage for a prolonged period.
Ironically this isn’t the largest collection in this house. Miss Jane’s yarn supply is larger, and her book collection positively dwarfs the space taken up by these machines. And let’s not talk about her wardrobe. But the typewriter collection has the disadvantage of being both harder to store, harder to move, and heavier than all of the books and yarn (including my own books) combined.
I’m currently cramming as much as I can into boxes, and I’m sadly doing all the packing by myself as Jane has already headed interstate. Packing your house is stressful at the best of times, and while I’ve got nil certainty at the moment as to what direction we will be moving, when we will be moving, and how we will be moving there, I’m finding my mood swinging back and forth as I have to make hundreds of complicated decisions while I have what I would call ‘soft goals’.
I’ve already thrown our nearly more than I’ve packed. I have nearly 5 cubic meters of e-waste sitting on my back deck, and about a hundred boxes (I’ve already packed 36, and I haven’t even started on the yarn on the books).
It is all doing my head in!
Now. What the hell am I going to do about these typewriters.
P.s. Jane would kill me if I had a typewriter next to the bed. We have banned televisions from our bedroom (I always have, so no real loss there) and I think such things would be very unwelcome. And besides, I have an iPad, and it does the job with a fair bit more silence. But I have thought about a Hermes featherlite / baby
Speaking of which….. Hello Sexy!