Turns out, I can’t type

In the early days of the internet – errm, about 1999 – I bought my first domain. I’m not going to spell it out here because it’s long unused but I may snap it up again someday, but for the purposes of this story you should know it contained the word ‘type’.

I can type. No this isn’t dictated to a secretary. I can type pretty fast – 80+ WPM usually, faster if I get into it. Like many things you do on instinct it’s really more a question of ‘letting go’ to get to the faster speeds.

However, I’m self taught. When I started learning, I was on a typewriter. (Kids: a mechanical version of a Chromebook. Except all it could do was write words.) Typing on a typewriter is a distinctly different experience from a computer keyboard but it’s where I learned. I remember being pretty quick on it, but I was still a heads down, look at the keys guy.

I didn’t spend a lot of years (2? 3?) on a typewriter before I got my first computer with a real keyboard (no, the ZX Spectrum doesn’t count), which I actually used for writing (step aside, Amiga 500). As I typed my way through university and out the other side, my speed got a little faster.

My first job (as a journalist) inevitably involved a lot of typing so I got quicker, but even then – I’m pretty sure – I still typed looking at the keys most of the time. I was very much a two-finger typist.

Decades later I can type without looking at my hands (or even opening my eyes, apparently), but I am still mostly a two finger typist. Occasionally a third or forth will enter the equation, but while I know what the little nubs on the ‘F’ and ‘J’ keys (the ‘home’ keys) are for, I’ve never used them in anger.

So last weekend I tried it out. I found a free typing tutor site and started doing the exercises.

And boy, I cannot type using the traditional touch-typing method. No. It felt like trying to walk for the first time, or re-learning after some terrible injury. I’d tell my finger to poke ‘D’ and get ‘S’. I’d be sure I was about to type a ‘K’ and get ‘L’. It really felt like a fundamental part of me was broken.

The ghostly fingers at Ratatype.com. My nemesis.

It’s not, clearly, as I’m getting words out here, but I’m all the more acutely aware of when I mis-type (I just did, hitting 0 when I wanted the hyphen) now that a more refined method is potentially open to me.

Will I persist with the touch typing? I think I might. I’m not sure how many lessons and how much practice it might take to get to a point where the ol’ two-fingers get absorbed into a whole hand, but I think in the end, the effort might be worth it.

I will not die without having published a novel

Maybe it’s the date. Maybe it’s the CBD gummy.

Or maybe I’m just fed up listening to / being pulled into the black hole that sits inside my mind.

I haven’t been using this site and I should be. I should of course also be doing the thing it says in front of the .com

(takes break to register two new domains)

This is going to be an honest year. Brutally honest. With myself, with others (errr, in a nice way?) and with you. Whoever you are, future reader.

Which is why we start with the big one: I will not die without having published a novel.

I guess ‘I will publish a novel before I die’ is more active, but fuck it.

ps I kinda like new WordPress