I love this 1995 interview with Steve Jobs. I hope you can watch it too. I’ve been a #MacAddict from day one, and still am. 

Frankly, I’m not sure I would have become a novelist were it not for the Mac. Crazy to say, but true. (For starters, it could spell, and I could not.) I’d been a typewriter-writer, but the Mac became the singular tool with which I could create a large work, research and revise and all the rest of it.


In 1984, I first read about the Mac and was curious. My husband Richard saw it at a trade show. What’s it like?! “Kind of an ugly little thing,” he said—and I knew then it was for me. It’s a sharp memory, standing at the stove in our log-cabin house.

I also clearly remember taking it out of the box and in a fever of excitement editing a children’s book on it that night. (I was a book editor at that time.)

Miraculous! I wish I had kept that wee little 128K computer.

I loved each and every one of my typewriters too, and did hold onto my Underwood, which, at 5, grand-daughter Ellie thought a simply marvellous thing, especially the clatter it made and how you could make the keys stick. I do miss that, but I wouldn’t trade—not for the world.