Someone else's Brother WP-3400
In a way, it’s probably good that I can’t access these works now. Putting it simply, they stink and are embarrassing to read all these years later, which is to be expected of most 19 year olds who have just begun expressing their creativity. Most of us aren’t Mozart or Carson McCullers or John Keats; if you are, congratulations, though be aware that they all died young. The rest of us need years of writing crap and living our lives before we can find our voice and craft.
That Brother Word Processor, though it’s now long gone, will always hold a special place in my memory since it was a critical part of my writing journey. It was a primitive tool in my primitive years—the first tool I purchased specifically to aid my writing ambitions. I consider the day that I bought it as the start of my writing career.