During a clear-out of the attic I came across my first (and as far as I recall, only) manual typewriter. It was a very cheap, basic one that I think I got out of a catalogue.
I’m pretty sure I wrote my first children’s book on it, and bought an electronic word processor with the proceeds before soon afterwards going on to join the computer age.
It’s interesting to compare the me of then and now. Using a typewriter makes you much more careful, even though I wrote long-hand first then typed things up. I’m pretty sure my spelling has deteriorated after years of having a spellchecker to do a lot of my thinking for me. In my haste I even make basic mistakes now that I thought I’d ironed out as a schoolboy, such as mixing up their and there, and putting apostrophes in the wrong place.
Being a nostalgic person to an unhealthy degree, it brings back fond memories and I when I took it out of the plastic bag and dusted it off I almost want to start using it again – but it only takes a little consideration to make even me shudder at the thought of having to write, correct and redraft a whole novel on it now!