Postaday for January 17th: Pens and Pencils. When was the last time you wrote something substantive — a letter, a story, a journal entry, etc. — by hand? Could you ever imagine returning to a pre-keyboard era?
November, 2007. NaNoWriMo. It’s possible that someone who reads this blog doesn’t know what NaNoWriMo is. But not at all likely. (Actually, it’s not at all likely anyone reads this blog at all.)
My “novel” was about a guy who works for a corporation and has a wife and likes to run and gets a cramp. The whole novel was supposed to be about the cramp. The corporate job was just background, not worth really examining, like describing someones shoes just so you know they’re not barefoot. Same with the wife, who was just there so you know the guy’s got no interesting characteristics. A straight dude in his late 30s, as plain as they come. I didn’t even give him a name.The point was to focus on the cramp, not the guy.
Or so I thought. NaNoWriMo is a community thing, really, and someone advertised a local meet-up for writers to come work on their novels together. So off I went, expecting we’d all sit around and smile at each other and ask how the process was going and in general be buddies.
WRONG! I got to the crowded cramped tea-house and found no place to sit. Most folks were at this big table in the middle, while others were huddled at smaller orbiting tables. Nobody smiled. Nobody even asked my name. And I had purposefully NOT brought a lap top! Didn’t they see the cool hipster notebook in my hands?
I found a small chair squashed in a corner, one without even a table next to it. Opened my notebook and stared at that blank page. My hands started to cramp even before I clicked my pen. This was stupid. But I drove all the way here, I thought, and eventually wrote: “He’s addicted? Fine. He’ll go to a meeting.”
My hand cramped up a lot, but I kept going, and eventually found a groove. NaNoWriMo suggests you write 1667 words a day, so that you can hit a goal of 50k in one month. So that’s what I did, using breaks to count words and let my hand rest. Took about an hour or so.
I never finished that novel. I DID, however, turn that day’s writing into a short story, which you can read if you want. I much prefer typing, but it does strike me as ironic that the only part of the whole crap novel that was salvageable was the part written by hand.
Could I ever imagine returning to a pre-keyboard era? Imagine, yes. But I know I’d write a lot less often.