It seems wrong to tap away on a keyboard, to give a machine the power all that energy. So pen and ink it will have to be for me from now on and then keying it in later. A thought occurs though, what on earth am I going to do if I decide to write a book?
December 4, 2009 by lookingforkatz
Found in a box recently whilst clearing out my stuff to get ready to do the Appalachian Trail, the first love letters I ever received. Holding them in my hand reminded me of how the written word can move us.
Suddenly I was fuzzy haired teenager again, thinking a million different thoughts and dreaming of her perfect man.
And then it all became clear, why I’ve been having such trouble with writing my blog lately. I need the feel of pen to paper. To see the ink sink into the surface and change from being a liquid to making thoughts solid.
I guess that’s one of the reasons why we are so intrigued by ancient texts, by parchment found hidden in caves, first editions by much-loved authors. We like to imagine someone sitting at a loved and worn writing desk and imparting their thoughts to a piece of paper that may still be around hundreds of years later.
To feel that connection, to be able to step back in to their moment with them and have our minds swamped by the excitement of knowing that we are there with them in the second that the ink hit’s the paper. Maybe some of that creative force will rub off on us, maybe we can experience that moment in time.