I want to get to a point where I no longer use the #bypen tag on posts. It’s historically been the exception rather than the rule that things have been written by hand but that is something I plan to remedy. I suppose I’ve already started.
Writing by hand necessarily introduces an additional editing and review phase that wasn’t there before.
When typing posts from scratch I would really only be performing a final check for grammar and errors whereas transcribing from paper to screen forces me to re-read and re-evaluate what I have written.
Over the years I have both called myself a writer and chastised myself over the very same description. Imposter syndrome has been in full effect.
But, what is a writer? Is it purely semantic? It doesn’t help that there are various definitions.
Last night I read BSAG’s post “Listening for the return of spring” in which she outlines an almost irrational fear of never hearing birdsong again:
“…part of my difficulty in expressing how I felt was that I was deeply embarrassed about admitting to these fears. It seemed to me a ridiculously archaic, pre-scientific folk belief, like believing that the sun will not rise tomorrow.”
Now one rather annoying thing about scholars is that they are always using Big Words that some of us can’t understand…
…and one sometimes gets the impression that those intimidating words are there to keep us from understanding.
It’s the time of year for both reflection and looking ahead but there’s a danger in only doing so around New Year and somehow expecting everything to come together as the calendar ticks over.
I’ve let things slide again with meditation and writing by hand.
I make occasional notes but the habit isn’t there at present. I also write too quickly, it gets messy fast. My brain hits overdrive and my hand tries to keep up. It fails.
We can quantify the wind, it is a product of heat, pressure and the rotation of the Earth. We can model it, predict it, its speed, direction, its power.
Yet we cannot rationalise the feeling of it, on our skin, in our hair, the sensations we experience as it passes us by, uncaring, almost ignorant of our presence.
After chastising myself for not writing much by hand I thought I’d better pick up a pen again and try to get back in the habit.
But it wasn’t my normal pen and notebook, rather the ones I used to use where the pen is a little too scratchy and the pad too small for comfortable use. They’ve been sat on my bedside cabinet for months, ignored since I moved to the Lemome.
Device health is a massive topic.
I use True Tone and night shift on my phone but, even at its most “warm,” it doesn’t feel like it’s enough. Maybe it’s that I’ve gotten used to the changes those technologies make to the display.