Every now and then I will have scenes, ideas or images pop up in my mind. A lot of times they just pass or they really aren’t worth putting effort into developing. And then there are others that I really want to make a reality or they refuse to be ignored. Today for the first time I had a story idea and image come up together. They went hand in hand. So I sketched out the image in my head and started writing. I didn’t work for very long but it was nice to be doing something creative like that again. I never have time for stuff like this anymore. So being able to just draw and write was very nice tonight.
I’ve started writing again. I’ve always enjoyed writing. I like creating stories, expressing ideas, explaining thoughts. Putting words on paper. A lot of the time I write on the computer. It’s easy and convenient. But every now and then I take the time and write by hand, with a fountain pen. There is something special about this type of writing. The ink flowing out of the pen, tattooing the paper and creating words, all controlled by one’s hand. It’s special. It’s like Zambra said. “There’s a drive when you write on paper, a sound to the pencil. A strange equilibrium between elbow, hand and pencil.”