I refuse to write creatively on a computer. It's unfaithful to the craft, isn't it? Just like I refuse to blog or use a Kindle, I draw a big fat line between writing and gadgetry. If Voltaire didn't need Microsoft Word, then neither do I! In all seriousness though, my laptop is junk and my Windows is bootlegged and it doesn't have MS Office. And Notepad sucks hard. So a while back I bought a Brother typewriter and I haven't looked back. There is something about writing with a typewriter that feels so much more productive than the digital images on a screen. The typewriter is a machine; it slams the ink on the paper with authority; from my brain, to my fingers, to phyiscal existance. Hard copy! And before the typewriter I always get the ball rolling by hand.