Ditto. My father had built it, I don't know what out of; it had a black screen and green letters and it printed screechingly on two-tone striped paper with those ticker-tape borders. But I learned to type on a Mac, when I was eight. I wrote painfully by hand, as minimally as I could manage. I typed the hell out of everything. I've never owned anything else.
It is very safe to say I never would have had a writing career without Apple.
I keep hearing versions of this story: universally from writers whose work I'd miss. I'm glad there was someone in the world who thought the way they needed to write.
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Ditto. My father had built it, I don't know what out of; it had a black screen and green letters and it printed screechingly on two-tone striped paper with those ticker-tape borders. But I learned to type on a Mac, when I was eight. I wrote painfully by hand, as minimally as I could manage. I typed the hell out of everything. I've never owned anything else.
It is very safe to say I never would have had a writing career without Apple.
I keep hearing versions of this story: universally from writers whose work I'd miss. I'm glad there was someone in the world who thought the way they needed to write.