November 22, 2104 Photo (336/365): "Typewriter"
Tonight, I'm at a loss, struggling for inspiration and eloquence. Hemingway famously stated: "There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." Papa may have been able to bleed his brilliant words onto countless pages that passed through a typewriter just like this one. Yet, this evening, as my fingers pause over the keys of my Macbook Air, my heart may ache, but it doesn't bleed. There are no words....