When I was a kid, I submitted stories to a couple mystery magazines. My family didn't have a computer at the time, so I hand-typed these short stories on a battered typewriter I found at a garage sale. The work was mind-bendingly dull, but you learned something when you had to crumple an entire sheet of paper after plunking a stray letter. Every word had to be perfectly arranged and calibrated. None of the stories ever got published, but now I write for a living.
My favorite way to write now is scribbling notes with a stylus on my iPad. I feel like that kid again, scrawling a story on paper and then polishing it into something better. At the