Sometimes, the modern world is a blessing for a writer. Worlds of information lay at my fingertips. I can write, edit and publish from anywhere and everywhere. But I can also get sidetracked, distracted, overwhelmed.

Sometimes everything is too much.

That’s when I need to step back from the world and all its technological wonders. Sometimes, I run back to the physical, the mechanical, the simple.

And that’s why you’ll find me on the floor of my apartment on cool summer nights, with the screen door open to let the heat of the day escape, sitting next to a basket of folded laundry that needs to be put away, on my typewriter.

The night air fills with the click of keys and the oily vapor of ink ribbon.

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I’m a writer and typewriter aficionado in Flagstaff, AZ, where the summer days are hot and the nights are dark. You can follow me on Twitter, @jonnyeberle. Thank you, as always, for reading.

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