Three pieces in three days. I am on a roll! The last time this happened was months ago, and even then, the writing wasn’t really just for writing – as I’ve been doing these last few days. Back then, there were challenges that the winner in me would be just let pass. Don’t get me wrong? I’m not saying I haven’t written just because I wanted to in months. I have. It just didn’t have this kind of daily succession.
This time, I think I know the difference. The…inspiration…so to speak. It’s the book. The pen and paper. I recently wrote about how all my writing apps seem to make my anxiety go up lately. Then, I wrote about how my notes app made me less antsy about writing. A certain kind of comfort. Now I feel that comfort even more when I’m drawing the lines and curves of every letter and flipping the page once the one I’m on is full. It feels…real. It feels like I really am writing; well, because I am, as opposed to typing. I do think it is slower though, but I don’t care much.
I think one of my favourite things about writing like this is how I’m not seeing any blue or red lines under words or phrases. That is, stupid technology isn’t using its ITK to interrupt my thinking process. Instead, I’ll just use it when I want to. When I’m done writing and am now typing. When I actually want to make my work look good for the colonisers and not when I’m just trying to express myself. Later, I can worry about what the better replacement for a word is and check for typos (which I somehow never notice anyway). Right now, I’m just writing. Using the words that come to me as they come to me.
Notification being out of the way also helps. You can barely get anything done when the device keeps vibrating. My mind isn’t on the reply I’ve been waiting hours to get. Actually, now it is. But that’s just it! My devices are so far away – the other end of my bed, to be exact. Getting off of this chair for what I’m telling myself is a 5-minute break seems very sus to my lazy self, so I’ll just check later; when getting up and reaching for my phone seems worth the hard work.
Watching the ink make its way out of the point of the pen makes me think I probably would have found those feathers they used for writing back then orgasmic. But sometimes, all you can do is wonder about some things and learn to revel in order things. The things right here.
©️Eri
