Typing, Writing, and Ravenclaw

An old fashioned typewriter, and I remember learning to type on something very similar. It was a heavy, made out of metal, and I used to carry it up a flight of steep wooden stairs. I was fourteen, and my parents thought it would be a good idea to learn to type.

I fell down those stairs when I was the same age. I’m not sure how I fell, just that two weeks later, I couldn’t get up off the sofa. My back had seized, and I couldn’t even stand up straight. I chipped one of my bones in my spine. It is okay now, but if I am coming down with a cold, my back will ache.

Being able to type fifty words per minute is handy as a writer. I can produce pages of writing (first draft always rubbish though) and I can write a whole chapter in a few hours. Without learning to type, I wouldn’t have been able to write as much as I did. Although, saying that, my first writing is always by hand. I have more inspiration when I am writing that way.

I would never have written my book, play, or even started with website.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

5 thoughts on “Typing, Writing, and Ravenclaw

  1. Habits formed early do create a foundation. I travelled by local trains (as we call early versions of the tube or metro here) to college, and punctuality got ingrained. The train wouldn’t wait for me. I compare it with my husband who always rode his own bike or car, and the difference is obvious. A few minutes late are not important to him.

    I did not learn typing, and was told using a computer won’t be easy. But it comes with practice. This was the second lesson learnt. Habits can be unlearnt and learnt afresh.

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  2. I enjoy the story of your typing except for the falling part. I’m glad you’re better, generally. My mother made us take typing class in summer school. It was a chore, and I probably missed some nuances due to inner orneriness. But I can type with ten fingers, which has been a vastly useful skill since then.

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