Today was a relief. I finally got to do some writing for myself. It’s been quite awhile since I have been inspired to put pen to paper, literally.
I think that’s been my problem. I never have been truly comfortable writing on a computer. Just something about using a keyboard doesn’t make it feel truly like writing. To combat this, I purchased a blank, unlined notebook a couple of months ago. I read that Neil Gaiman uses blank notebooks and thought that I might give it a go. I knew what pen I would use; I have a fountain pen that I was given as a gift many years ago. The only problem was that the ink cartridges I purchased didn’t fit so I had go back to the shop to get another package. This time, I made them fit.
So, after numbering the pages of the blank notebook I was ready to write. Uninspired, but ready. That is, until today came along.
I had been toying around with some ideas for some time now and didn’t think I could, or should start something until I had more. I decided that today, since I am waiting for the rewrites for the screenplay project, I was going to take the plunge and just start writing, seeing where it would lead. It led to a not-too-shabby fifteen pages, handwritten.
If I can keep this up, I might be able to get a full-length novel out of this. I just have to stay disciplined and write at least a few pages everyday.
