Welcome! I know my name is not easy to spell, or to pronounce: it’s STEEL-stra, and it’s Dutch, and pretty much anyone in the US with that name is related to me somehow.
Once upon a time, when I was about six, my mom worked for our pediatrician’s office. They decided to replace their manual typewriters with electric ones (!), and gave Mom a dirt-brown Smith Corona portable with green keys to take home. We set it up on my dad’s big wood desk in the basement playroom and I started poking at it with my index fingers. Pages of juvenilia spewed out of that good old workhorse. I still have a box of stories from those years (for when the academic literary world is urgently seeking my archives…). And I still type that way.