Sitting down and jotting words in a notebook. This is something I haven’t done in months. Years possibly.
I do all my writing on my laptop. Computers are great. They’re fast and easy to use, and they’ve got that nifty spell check capability too. What more could a writer need, right?
But they just can’t compare. There’s just something so satisfying, so cathartic, about putting pen to paper and turning an empty sheet into a story.
I did that last night. I found an old notebook and a pen and scribbled away through the wee hours of the morning. And it just felt good.
I’ve decided I will write in a notebook more often. I love the feeling last night has given me, this feeling that I’ve rediscovered. I remember now why I fell in love with writing to begin with.