Some kind of gimmick
It’s another exhausted, late night post, though at least not on the phone. I don’t know why, but I feel like the potential to actually type on an iPhone has decreased with the skeuomorphism going out the window. The keyboard just isn’t big enough, not even on the Max. Maybe I’m just too used to the mechanical keyboard. I needed it because I was going to be writing at length; only not. But I do like the feel of the keys; I’ve been trying either on laptops or laptop-esque keyboards for actual decades. The last time I would’ve typed writing on a mechanical keyboard would’ve been transcribing or copying over from handwriting, which is a very long time ago.
When I worked at the options exchange, I may have placed orders with my eyes closed. It would’ve been possible and I know I often touch-typed eyes closed but… did I actually place orders sight unseen? I might’ve typed them but I wouldn’t have entered them. Would I have? I’m fifty-fifty on it. It’s been a while since I’ve bothered touch-typing eyes closed; I probably wrote most of the fiction with some kind of gimmick; getting the words on the page with the least amount of resistance from the ego as possible.
It’s amazing how fast I got out of stream of consciousness and first person writing. I was over those two things by creative writing in undergrad, which seems early but there were also extenuating circumstances. I wonder how I would’ve developed—writing-wise—if I’d been in the environment longer. The writing environment.
Because it’s definitely bed time.