Back in the day before I composed on a keyboard, I used to write everything long hand and then type it out, editing and revising as I went. This was on a Smith Corono Selectric, which had a nifty correcting cartridge I could deploy faster than a row of garter stitch.

When I started work at a small newspaper, the long-hand technique became untenable, so I learned to compose on a typewriter.

Fast forward, a year or two (ahem)…

Today, faced with a document of many, many pages many of which need crocheted seaming (transitions) in order to make sense together, it appears as if I’ll need scissors, a computer, a good strong tapestry needle and a lot of smarts to make it all come together.

Oy.