Tonight I thought I’d offer a little insight into my writing process. I have a relationship with my notebooks. I can look at each one sitting on my shelf and remember what phase I was going through at the time. That black and tan one with the ripped binding holds the pain of moving away from my best friends after college. The light blue one was filled in a single coffee shop during a period of extreme loneliness while drinking almond milk lattes every day. The pastel swirled one is dedicated to Twenty One Pilots. The zebra striped one holds the heartache of unrequited love. The orange one is when I started facing my demons. I could keep going.
I love holding a pen in my hand and feeling the energy of emotion flow through. I love being able to scribble through thoughts, keeping the record of struggle and indecision tangible. I like that I edit as I go, reminded of the imperfection at every glance. Writing is a messy art and I crave that hand to paper connection. Computers are convenient, but if given the choice I choose a notebook every time.
I hope your weekend was splendid. Sleep well my friends.
5 thoughts on “Monotone Sky”
I agree. There is nothing like having your thought reach your heart, then your hand, then your pen, then your notebook. It is a process that is powerful.
aside from like your poem and the transition in it from watching the dusk to clutching the steering wheel, i also very much enjoyed your journey into your shelved writing journals and ultimately loving your line “Writing is a messy art “.
I look forward to reading and peeking at more… randy
Wow thank you!