I wrote my first full length book on my old Royal when I was nine or ten. My brother gave me this old girl; he knew I loved old things with lots of buttons to push (remember those old cash registers?), so he picked it up at an antique shop back in the very early 1970s.
I still love old things. I don’t write on my Royal these days, but it has a prized place in our house. And yup, I still have ribbon for it, just in case I get the urge.
I think posting about it is a good start to my little blog: it’s old, I’ve drafted stories on it, and I write historical fiction.