Some girls adore nothing more than a brand new pair of shoes. Not me. Shoes are shoes. They cover your feet and hopefully don't clash too much with what you're wearing.
I do get drooly while walking down one aisle at the store, though. What aisle is that, you ask? Think pens and pencils, scissors and glue, folders and 3-ring binders. That's right, I get lost somewhere in all of those school supplies. Why? Because of that row of shiny, colorful notebooks. I probably even get a little bug-eyed, and sometimes I think they're the most beautiful things I've ever seen. I'll pick one up, open it, smell it. Recycled notebooks seem to be my favorite, but I can't pass up the .15 cent spirals during back to school sales either.
Lately, writing has been difficult. There just doesn't seem to be any time. But last night, I picked up a notebook, and the pen in my hand started to fly. It was magic. I think writing new material on a computer is not my thing. It's not even writing; it's typing, which to me is a bit too much like...HOMEWORK. I love to hold a pen in my right hand and a notebook in my left. It is fun--even if it's frustrating, too--to try to read my own writing later on. My creative juices seem to flow better when I've got a pen in my hand rather than when my fingertips are on "home row." So I think I'll spend less time on the computer and more time with me nose inside one of those notebooks I love so much.
When it comes to writing, I live by notebooks.
How do you write?