Photo by Markus Winkler on Unsplash I’ve been a writer for as long as I can remember. As a child in the early nineties, my parents bought me a typewriter with tall keys you had to fight to make the letters print on the paper. I loved practicing writing on that thing, and the feedback from the keys felt glorious. There was nothing quite like manually turning the paper and seeing the paper rise with words as I typed up a storm. Later, they bought me an electronic one where you could install a tippex ink ribbon to undo mistakes. Because the keyboard worked just like a laptop keyboard, there…