Typewriter sessions--part 1

I don't have time to write on my computer, but when I sit at my typewriter there seems to be all the time in the world. This summer I wrote many "notes" on my typewriter, so I may just start typing them up electronically to keep the pages of this blog brimming...

Here is my first transcription of my typewriter sessions---the first thing I wrote on my dear little typewriter.... a letter about her---it's silly, you may not enjoy it...but that's okay [because I do]

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{Sometime in June]

Today, I bought a typewriter. When I was at the store, the salesman said, "why would you want to buy that?" and I said, for the click that she will make. I am buying her for the sound she will release everytime that my hands hit her keys. 

I bought her because old dreams never die. I bought her because she is a connection into my past [dreams], but the push I need to leap into my future. I bought her so that I could wake up at 3am and write, just plain write. That I wouldn't be distracted by my emails, facebook or tweeter that might awaken at 3am with me..but it would just be the moonlight, my typewriter and me. 

She will write the gospel. I think with every word I write, every letter I push, that click she makes is her way of saying amen. click..click...yes & amen...click...click...yes & amen. Jesus is all over her. Every time I press her keys, I get a little more happier. I laugh just a little bit more. She has this magical way of bringing sweet things out of my heart, that I seemed to forget were there. She is an instrument into my destiny, a piece of my heart that will always be singing. I love you little typewriter, you make the smile on this face  little bit brighter....

Let's scream out the Gospel together.....

Jenny 

xoxoxoxoxo