Why Do I Get Ideas When I'm Tired?
Lights out, house is quiet, I'm comfy under the blankets. And I start to write. In my head. I don't want to get up and put the ideas down. I want to sleep.
Today's blog prompt on BlogHer was do you prefer a pen or computer to write?
It took while, but now I prefer the computer. My handwriting is okay for the first paragraph or so, then it steadily goes downhill from there. Plus, my hand hurts when I write much. Also, I'm faster on my laptop. (And I really like the way it sounds when I'm typing. click. click. click.) The only time I like pen and paper is if I'm trying to write poetry. Which I don't do often. I'm not sure why, maybe it goes back to when I started writing when there were no computers. Except the kind that took up a whole room.
I'm a child of the 70's- clunky typewriters and correcting fluid. We were so excited in high school when we got self-correcting electric typewriters. Oops! Made a mistake. *backspace/correct* Awesome. I cannot begin to imagine what it'd be like to write a book on a typewriter. What a pain. I'd never get any editing done. And then I'd never get published. How is that different than now? Well, at least I can edit.
(The Excedrin PM is kicking in. Time to say good-night.)
Today's blog prompt on BlogHer was do you prefer a pen or computer to write?
It took while, but now I prefer the computer. My handwriting is okay for the first paragraph or so, then it steadily goes downhill from there. Plus, my hand hurts when I write much. Also, I'm faster on my laptop. (And I really like the way it sounds when I'm typing. click. click. click.) The only time I like pen and paper is if I'm trying to write poetry. Which I don't do often. I'm not sure why, maybe it goes back to when I started writing when there were no computers. Except the kind that took up a whole room.
I'm a child of the 70's- clunky typewriters and correcting fluid. We were so excited in high school when we got self-correcting electric typewriters. Oops! Made a mistake. *backspace/correct* Awesome. I cannot begin to imagine what it'd be like to write a book on a typewriter. What a pain. I'd never get any editing done. And then I'd never get published. How is that different than now? Well, at least I can edit.
(The Excedrin PM is kicking in. Time to say good-night.)
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