Clackety-clack.

There’s something nice about typing. The comforting clack of the keys and the black words sliding across the white empty box.

At my day job – I type a lot. A LOT. 100 emails is an average day. And when I sit down in the morning, I actually feel a dim sort of muscle-pleasure at the prospect of typing. On weekends, or days away from a keyboard I feel an odd sort of regret.

I’m also particular about keyboards — I miss the giant, tall-button clacky ones from older PC’s ..and typewriters! Man, typewriters were awesome.

So, the eternal question – why do you write?

Because I like to type, apparently.

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