When I first began writing, I used pencils and fountain pens. I loved the fluidity of fountain pens and the control I had using pencils – sometimes the results were sharp; other times they were soft, slanted, and smooth. Reclining on a couch or sitting on my bed, leaning against a tree or lying on the carpet, I recorded my thoughts in notebooks and on three-hole-punch ruled paper.
Then one day, on a Christmas morning in my early teens, I found a typewriter under the tree and and fumbled, one finger at a time, page after page, to bring my words to life. When the ribbon reached the end, I manually rolled it back to the beginning and started over, using it until it ran completely dry.
My first computer was an Apple IIe, which I used for college classes I took. Better than pulling paper out of a typewriter and correcting with White-Out, I was now able to erase everything and print my college papers on a dot-matrix printer.
But the problem with computers was that I was tethered to a desk. I'd lost the freedom to sit outside and record my thoughts. I no longer was able to recline on a couch or sit back on my bed.
And then (open the curtains and listen to the applause) laptop computers arrived! My eyes opened wide – FREEDOM!
I'm not the type to sit at a desk all day. I have to get up and stretch my legs. I have to move around. I have to be comfortable. Laptops allow me to write from my bed or sit on the couch or at the kitchen table. VERSATILITY means that I can take my computer with me when I visit my son no matter where he is stationed or bring it with me to any of my grandchildren's homes so that I can work when I need to work.
It took me several years to save up for my MacBook Pro, dropping all of my change every week into a canister set. It was one of the best investments I ever made and I haven't regretted it for one minute.
(Post was written on the couch while waiting for my grandchildren to awaken.)