
I'll post some patently ridiculous pages from Uberhoot if the reading audience promises to remember that the periodical was created by undignified college town juveniles in the heyday of low-budget Xerox publishing.
I didn't even touch on the topic of a website for such a journal as the one I've proposed, but there'd be one of those, in theory, too. Possibly it would have different, though complementary relation to the print edition.
Names for the project? I know there is this trend of figuratively eviscerating typewriters for their seldom-used part names (I wrote that all wrong, does it still make sense?) e.g., platen this, typebar that, strikethru and shift key and yada yada, but I'm drawn to the simplicity, and dual meaning, of Typecast: A Literary Journal.
Feel free to add any angle to this hare-brained scheme that I haven't considered.
Random vision (there should be an HTML tag for random visions): I'm seeing each piece accompanied by a photograph of the typewriter/pen/whatever that created it, with a paragraph from the author telling an anecdote about that machine/implement.
Postscript: I just realized that my accidental omission of the second n in penniless above connotes something a little... uh... unintended. Damn typecasts!
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Typecast: a literary journal
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Keitai shosetsu showdown: Quillpill vs. Textnovel
What am I talking about? Cell phone novels, fad du jour. I'm 1,5011 words into my first attempt at writing one, having chosen one of two text novel applications I know of: Quillpill and Textnovel.
I've gone with Quillpill for one specific reason, although the latter appears to have far more features. Before I continue, let me disclaim that I possibly a) have missed or misinterpreted a feature here and there and/or b) either of these applications could add or change features at any time, as both appear to be in beta form. Feel free to learn me in the comments if either is the case. (Also, if there are other competing apps I've missed.) Both applications deserve a comprehensive review, which this is not.
That said, onward.
First, Textnovel. It seems to have a whole mess of features: reader rankings, the ability to assign a genre to your piece and create and title chapters, a coherent catalog from which to browse stories, a $1,000 contest and editor's picks list, reviews, hell. There's tons more. (Don't ask me about the cell-specific features, since I am accessing both of these apps from a browser on a regular old computer, owing to the fact that I have a prehistoric cell phone that pretty much works only as a phone). I intend to give this site a try, for sure. There is only one reason I chose Quillpill instead, for my first cell novel attempt, and we'll get to why in a minute.
Quillpill. Quillpill restricts each entry to 140 characters. Like a Tweet. In Textnovel, you can blather on per usual, without any character limit per chapter that I can discern. Quillpill has none of Textnovel's features I've mentioned above (in its current incarnation, anyway) which is rather frustrating in a number of ways. However, it is easy on the eyes (lovely design) and, owing to the 140 character restriction, actually makes you restructure your writing for mobile consumption, which is excellent practice for any writer who isn't in denial about the immediate future of fiction. What do I mean by that? Well, I wager that future fiction will prize brevity above florid language, owing to the micro-format in which it will be consumed. Writing a novel phrase by phrase makes you choose your words with care. It allows you to imagine a reader stopping and starting at any point, as (particularly mobile) readers do, and not just by arbitrary chapters the book form has imposed. If you're long-winded and prone to run-on sentences that flout the laws of syntax (cough cough), this form will shape you up quick. It's like running with hand weights (not that I would know anything about either running or hand weights, to be clear).
This structure actually got me writing, which is something I haven't done since 2005. A blank page has just seemed too Wild West for me, I guess. I don't have time to settle the prairie, I tell myself. But writing 140 words at a time? That I can do.
I'll close with the words of E. L. Doctorow: "It's like driving a car at night. You never see further than your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way." (As it stands, I am pretty sure this particular car is as likely to end up in a gully with a blown tire as it is to reach any sort of literary destination, but you get the point.)
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
The Great American Cell Phone Novel
I previously blogged of cell phone novels, a huge micro-fiction trend in Japan, in which novels are thumbed into being 140 characters at a time, from subway cars and other waystations of once-wasted time.
There are two Web sites in the United States I'm aware of that have attempted to export the trend: textnovel and quillpill. Cell phone novels seems like a counterintuitive topic for a site about typewriters, ephemera, and paper-based pursuits, but it's all part of the overall evolution of the act of writing. In this spirit, I am going to give writing one a shot. I don't expect anyone to necessarily join me in this act of thumbscribery (Nanothumbmo, anyone?), but if you do, please give me the details.
Postscript
In a prior post, I was strongly advised against mentioning my interest in a certain anachronistic writing machine in an admissions essay for graduate school. I would like to hereby formally announce that doing so will not necessarily impede your acceptance. So, do not be afraid to litter future resumes, CV's, and loan applications with ample unhinged screeds about the joy of typing on your Smith-Corona Clipper. It worked for me.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Retronyms, Open Books: A Poem Emporium
Is "retrotech" a retronym?
Found myself with an exceedingly rare day off to do nothing in particular yesterday --I have no actual memory of the last time this occurred-- and wandered around in the Wallingford neighborhood of Seattle, where I soon came across a storefront with three standard-sized typewriters in the window.
Open Books: A Poem Emporium is, from what I am told by the intertubes, one of just two poetry-only bookstores in the United States. It is a charmingly spartan, white-walled space, with a bench in the middle. I chatted with the owners about their typewriters for a minute ("People see the typewriters in the window, and they are always bringing them to us"). They had a Royal, I believe, maybe two-- an Underwood 5, I think? Oh, I am useless with identifying standard typewriters.
I'm no poetry buff. Who is? I have fewer excuses than most, having been a literature major as an undergraduate. Nonetheless, I grabbed a Spanish poetry anthology (poetry is actually better than prose for learning a language, excepting the fact that the translated stanzas rarely make sense) and a small volume of Rilke poems and essays, "Rilke on Love and Other Difficulties." Turns out that Rilke was one profound son of a gun. Might even quote him in my upcoming best-woman speech at a forthcoming summer wedding.
Of course, your intellectual credentials on the matter of poetry are, unlike mine, worth discussion, and thus you plan to share them in the comments. I in fact sense that you spend a fair bit of time sipping absinthe on your fainting couch, and knocking back all the poetic greats in your spare time. Please share those poets that you recommend, and then make haste to buy future poetry volumes from Open Books.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Typecast: irrational, paper-based pilgrimage

Regional Assembly of Text letter-writing club
Typewriters and Things (Yelp reviews appear to be the only interweb reference to it. I'd like to change that!)
My field trip to Blue Moon Camera & Machine
Thursday, February 12, 2009
I was on vacation.
But I'm back. More posts shortly.
Meanwhile, here is another one of those "last of a dying breed" stories about typewriter repair...
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Nanorestoftheyearo: How to make fiction writing a habit

What do I have against spelling things correctly? This was typed with my Royal Quiet De Luxe on a random scroll of handmade paper in my art supply box. I don't know where it came from.

