I’m coming off a seriously traumatic week last week. Well, it seemed like it at the time. I sat in a local Best Buy trauma care center (known as Geek Squad) and heard the worst. “There’s nothing more I can do here.”
Ach! I had to surgically detach my fingertips from my precious keyboard and allow the “doctors” to wrap it up and send it via electronic Care Flight (UPS) to some unknown destination where the experts will attempt to right my baby. And this coming the day after my phone experienced an unexpected and premature death!
In the meantime, I’ve been reduced to using my phone for social media – which is why I’ve been almost invisible on Facebook and Twitter – and gone back to the dark ages when it comes to my writing.
Chisels and hammers.
Well, almost. I actually broke out a favorite pen and a new composition notebook. I’d forgotten just how much I enjoy the physical act of writing. How satisfying the development of the letters is.
You know, I think I concentrate better when I’m doing the actual writing and not just typing things in. Is that crazy? I discovered as I typed my way through a couple of scenes earlier today that I wasn’t having to check my notes again and again. I remembered names and situations so well that I could just keep writing. Unlike the many times, typing, when I have stop and look in my data files to figure out some minor character’s name.
Maybe the reason I can remember is that my data files aren’t available? Possibly.
But there are a few set-backs to doing my writing in my notebook. The first is that I can’t copy and paste. I find myself duplicating my efforts when I want to cut a paragraph from this scene because it goes better in the next one. And yes, I’ve always been one who takes notes in long hand. I practiced my penmanship all through middle and high school that way. Though you’d never know if from the chicken scratch you see here, I even learned calligraphy in college. Had to have the pen anyway for Music Theory, so I decided to learn the skill and make a little on the side with hand-written documents and place cards. Tedious work.
My second set-back was minor, but an irritation nevertheless. I track my word-count like a madman. Not only to I keep the total in sight to see how productive I’ve been that day, but the projects I’m on now (and have deadlines for) have hard word counts. So, yes, I paused in my writing and counted them up manually.
Not that I’m OCD. Really. My messy house testifies on my behalf! But how else was I going to know if I was on track or not?
Of course the biggest set-back is the fact that at some point, I’ll eventually have to type up everything that I’ve written. Again duplicating my effort.
So it’s a little of a toss-up. A conundrum of a sort. Do I use pen and paper, taking the best advantage of my time whenever inspiration hits with the understanding that I’ll have to touch the task again? Or do I wait until my poor computer (or it’s new sister) is returned to me?
What to do? What to do?
Actually, I made my decision. With my lousy memory, better to snag the creative juices while they’re running than hope they will return at a more opportune time. (And by the way, I have a recording app on my phone for the same reason!)
Your Turn: What would you do in my shoes? Businesses shut down during blackouts. And the Sonic down the street closed last Friday when its system went off-line. Would you enjoy a spontaneous holiday or find another way to get your writing done?