Let's Get Physical
Post-Script: I'm certain a significant part of my enjoyment of typewriters is the act of typing itself, enough such that there are times, while at work, that I can hardly wait for the weekend to begin. This is something that those who aren't intimately familiar with manual typewriters cannot possibly understand, as it's a notion counter-intuitive to the common misconception typewriters hold in our culture. Similarly, I do also enjoy writing with fountain pen, enough such that it has been my usual method of writing first-drafts; although in the case of today's two-page article, I composed the first draft while seated in my front courtyard in the fading day's warm sun, typing onto children's manuscript paper using the tiny Hermes Rocket - which, I must say, has a very nice imprint for being of elite-sized font. The sun quickly set behind the shade of the house and thus the courtyard suddenly returned to its wintery chill (it gets well down into the teens at night, here in the high desert). So I finished off the final typing using the Smith-Corona Silent seated in my comfortable living room, watching NFL "foot" ball.
I'm not necessarily a doom-and-gloom apocalypse "prepper," but I feel one should never take for granted the comforts of affluent western culture, were some unexpected disaster to befall us and we suddenly find our private stash of typewriters and manual writing paraphernalia to suddenly become well-prized booty for some potential horde of desperate writers. Now that would make an interesting story. Or blockbuster movie.