Cynthia Ozick, on a career that spanned writing (with a pen!) then the typewriter, then the computer:

The ink-bottle years had a longhand intent of their own: the inescapably physical. A fountain pen induces the most acutely felt source of writing: out of the three fingers gripping its neck, close to the nib, it mainly seeps, but can also gallop. It is conscious of the outermost reach of somatic self-knowledge, even as it denies the nature of body. The silken streaming of ink is kin to how thinking is dreaming. But afterward: nevermore. The muscular reign of the typewriter brought industrial-mechanical noise, and back ache and shoulder strain and wrist tremor. The computer restores something like silence with a background of tapping like the steady drip of water), but is less efficient than the typewriter, which, unlike the strict separation of a Mac, could combine printing with typing – traveling two roads while still one traveler.