Writer Wet Dream

Writer Wet Dream

In downtown Port Angeles, there was an office supply/business machines store. The front window had this — to me — highly erotic and exotic display of typewriters, perhaps other tools, but mostly typewriters. The largest portion of displayed collection appeared to be Royal manual versions. Think there was one IBM Selectric, and not until I got home to process the image did I see the selection of pencil leads, as well.

To me? A erotic amount of material that gives rise to fantasies about typing stories.

Yeah, not going to happen.
Why the title, Writer Wet Dream.

Yeah. Previously observed, I can’t write with a typewriter, manual, electric, or other. But I can dream, shivering in front of the window display in a small, formerly logging town.

Writer Wet Dream