15 Januar, 2018   In the House beneath the silent sleeping trees in the dead of Winter.

    Most days I sit down with a cup of coffee in the dinning room and type on various typewriters.  I write about what I saw in my dreams.  Sometimes I write a creative piece.  I will spend the next few mornings drafting an outline for a novel.  I have read that most people that are of a literary nature have at least one book in them.  I have actually created over the years volumes of typed journals. I pick a machine each day and make a notation at the corner top left of each sheet stating the time, date, location and machine being used.  There are at least 230 machines to select from.  Of those I would rate perhaps 30 to 40 of the typewriters low grade.  The others are superlative.  I keep information cards with each machine.  When it was last used, the defects or how well it works.  I like keeping track of my efforts.  I have found some machines in the collection that have not been used for as long as 8 years.  I find it interesting that some of these operate as well as they did almost a decade earlier. I note that if one were to attempt using a computer or word processing device with 10 years idle time they would have a difficult time.  Most of the typewriters I use are from the 1930s, 40s and 50s.  Some are desk models. Some are portables.  There are some that weigh as much as 35 pounds and others that weigh half as much.  My favorite brand of typewriter to use is Olympia manufactured in Whilhelmshaven Germany. These are followed by Adler, Smith Corona, Underwood,  Royal (especially the desk top models) and the the ever not so appealing Remington.  Don't get me wrong, Remington makes a good machine.  I  use them  frequently. My complaint with their portables from the l950s is that they are very difficult to return to  the locking pins in their protective cases.  

    So this is what I am doing in the midst of Winter as a storm dumps more of of the white stuff on the ground outside.  In the future I intend to write more. It was one of my New Years promises to myself.  Tomorrow I begin that novel.  I hope to report on its progress in the months to come.  Until then, keep out of trouble, avoid the authorities, and leave the city immediately.  Oh,and do not eat animals if you can help it.  In the basic scheme of things, if it has a face, don't eat it.  Got That?!