Some weeks ago I talked about going back to my roots of writing, and putting words to actual paper because I had fewer freedoms on my computer at work with my new job.
I'm finding odd times to put ideas and chapters down on paper...that's not the problem. In fact, I might just be writing more than I have most of this year.
The problem is...now that it's on notebook paper, when do I have time to actually get my brilliant words to a form that oh, maybe an agent or an editor might look at?
See, my handwriting is barely legible...so while focusing my creative time with a notebook is a good thing, the business end of writing rears its ugly head once again and once again I'm faced with age old question: WHEN CAN I WRITE?
|Spellcheck? I have no need of spell check! Opium, alcohol, and some good lovin' from my 13 year old cousin/wife are all I need to be brilliant.|
...wait...change opium to chocolate and you've just described most of the writers I know now! Maybe that's why so many great authors died penniless, even though their works are considered landmarks of literature now. Maybe spellcheck and a perfectly clean copy was all they needed to be appreciated in their own time.
|Maybe if Herman had studied editing and worked on focus of thought, "Moby Dick" wouldn't be a brilliant, timeless tale wrapped in about 700 pages of cumbersome snooze.|
In our day and age, dependence on technology in all aspects of the writing process is pretty much the status quo. So it's a matter of that delicate juggling act...again...that most of us have to do to get our masterpieces to a form that the world can read.
Or, we can bring back penmanship classes...
Now, while I waddle in my self loathing for my lack of penmanship skills, the rest of you GO FORTH AND WRITE!