[personal/Writing] My Old Writing
I was actually cleaning my room today, when I came across this typewritten excerpt:
I used to work at my school library doing extremely tedious things like inputting information into databases, organizing card files (remember the times when you had to find books by looking them up as cards? No computer search database), stamping, and filing invoicing. Occasionally, I would get different tasks such as going to the library next door to pick up books. This was always exciting since we got to use the underground tunnels connecting the libraries.
One afternoon though, I was told to type labels for folders. It seemed that it was just easier that way and faster since they didn't have many printers. In either case, I was shown to a relatively old-school typewriter. Now, I've actually written papers on typewriters, word processors and green and black computers before Apple came along, so I'm not quite so foreign on the old technology. But it HAD been a while, and it took me a little bit of time to get back into it.
There's nothing more satisfying than the hard clack clack clack, ting! of the typewriter. I love the hard, physicalness of it, and I almost wish I could type some of my stories like that just to see how they would come out.
In either case, I was finished with what I needed to do and had 20 minutes to kill. I started writing and what came out was a rather graphic, violent excerpt that I had completely forgotten about until I found the scrap of paper in my bookshelf today. It's somewhat disturbing, but I like the effect of the typewriter and the overlapping letters.
I tend to write things like this, just to see where I'll go with them. Though, one of my friends found this on our table by accident with no context and thought one of us was being passive-aggressive about something. Of course, this was not the case. Simply more a writing exercise.
It's funny to look back on the work you've done years before. Have you ever looked at something in the past and wondered where it came from?
I used to work at my school library doing extremely tedious things like inputting information into databases, organizing card files (remember the times when you had to find books by looking them up as cards? No computer search database), stamping, and filing invoicing. Occasionally, I would get different tasks such as going to the library next door to pick up books. This was always exciting since we got to use the underground tunnels connecting the libraries.
One afternoon though, I was told to type labels for folders. It seemed that it was just easier that way and faster since they didn't have many printers. In either case, I was shown to a relatively old-school typewriter. Now, I've actually written papers on typewriters, word processors and green and black computers before Apple came along, so I'm not quite so foreign on the old technology. But it HAD been a while, and it took me a little bit of time to get back into it.
There's nothing more satisfying than the hard clack clack clack, ting! of the typewriter. I love the hard, physicalness of it, and I almost wish I could type some of my stories like that just to see how they would come out.
In either case, I was finished with what I needed to do and had 20 minutes to kill. I started writing and what came out was a rather graphic, violent excerpt that I had completely forgotten about until I found the scrap of paper in my bookshelf today. It's somewhat disturbing, but I like the effect of the typewriter and the overlapping letters.
I tend to write things like this, just to see where I'll go with them. Though, one of my friends found this on our table by accident with no context and thought one of us was being passive-aggressive about something. Of course, this was not the case. Simply more a writing exercise.
It's funny to look back on the work you've done years before. Have you ever looked at something in the past and wondered where it came from?