Today is a real let myself off the hook day. I did not run, I have not done anything remotely useful around the house, and I did not write a blog post earlier today. It’s going to be a Monday Middle-age Musings or Monday Mental Meanderings (take your pick; I’m not even making myself choose one).
One thing I often notice in my writing is how what I’m writing on and writing with makes a difference. At least, I have not done a real study on if it makes a difference in the writing itself. But I definitely notice a difference in how I feel. I’m thinking this is because I love the physical act of writing so much. Putting words on paper (or screen, as the case may be) is fun.
I like writing by hand in a spiral notebook. My handwriting is messy, and I sometimes get writer’s cramp, but in general I love the movement and I love watching the squiggly lines appear. I write in pen these days. I prefer a thin ballpoint. I can live with a medium point, but anything over 1 mm is too bulky for me. I used to write almost exclusively in pencil. I liked the sound of the scratching. I must try that again one day soon.
When I first started this blog (May 23, 2011, in case you were wondering), I would write my post on paper, then type it into the computer. Sometimes I would write it the night before, sometimes just earlier in the day. Of course, being me, I could not keep up that level of preparedness and was soon composing at the keyboard, as I am today.
Today I am on my desktop, which has a full-size keyboard. For quite a while now I have been typing my posts on our Acer, which has a smaller keyboard. Not one of those bitty, baby things you see on some people’s devices, but small enough that it took some getting used to. Right now my hands are rather enjoying stretching out. They feel bad-ass.
Of course, if I really want my hands to feel bad-ass, I must haul out my old manual typewriters. I used to whale on a manual typewriter! I have a minor collection now. Sometimes I find them at garage sales or second-hand stores. My parents recently gave me a fabulous old Remington. I must clean it up and display it somewhere. Maybe I’ll first roll a piece of paper into it and see what comes out.
For now, though, I see I am over 400 words. That is more than respectable for a Monday! I’ll try for something other than a Tired Tuesday post tomorrow.