Missing the pen
Do you still remember the time that when inspiration struck you rummage in your messy bag for a pen and a sheet of paper to jot down that idea, that verse, that one-liner that may or may not be included in your next masterpiece?
With the ease of access of computers, internet, and smartphones, a lot of us have succumbed to the mighty pull of the electronic pen; the keyboard. We seem to forget the joys of pen, paper, and handwriting. Our masterpieces are now literally at the tips of our fingers; ideas are tapped in those little square keys where the alphabet is arranged in a rather messed up order.
Way back in the days, I was a chronic pen-pusher. I never ran out of pens. Black, blue, red. I even have some greens and purples to spice up the paper.
Way back in the days, I was a constant paper source. I never ran out of sheets of paper. Notebooks, pad paper, note pads. I even have some sticky notes in varying shapes and sizes just for kicks.
Way back in the days, I wrote my pieces using my hand. I wasted a lot of paper with my drafts. I wrote, rewrote, and crossed out a lot of words, letters, and numbers. I have calloused fingers. My right ring finger has this significant bump because the pen’s body was always cradled on it.
Wherever I am, I was never caught without a book, a pen, and some writing pads.
Now, sadly, physical writing is slowly sapping out of me. The ease of electronics, and my self-confessed laziness, has contributed to that. Nowadays, the only time I hold a pen and write something is when I have to sign some documents that needed my signature. Otherwise, my laptop or my smartphone’s app takes notes and reminders for me.
I miss the pen. I miss the paper. I miss the joy of handwriting.
I miss the way it was before.
Posted on May 10, 2013, in What's in mind and tagged Computers, Handwriting, Paper, Pen, Pens, Poem writing, Smartphones, Story writing, Thoughts, Throwback, Writing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.