Stories from the Procrustean Chesterfield

I come from a time when a typewriter was a necessity for anyone who called themself a writer. Even if one just wanted to try, one had to be familiar with a typewriter. I was pretty good on the typewriter. I could type 45 words a minute in junior high school.

Nonetheless, I found the idea of crafting a novel with a typewriter a daunting task. There would be no moving of paragraphs around…