I’ve decided that I need to write on paper again. The computer allows me to be too critical too soon. My inner voice often takes over a piece and with a simple keystroke, a whole sentence (often much more) is gone. The way we use technology often lacks reflection.
I used to carry a notebook everywhere I went – instead of wishing I could undo my last edit before my last save – I was uncrinkling balls of paper, trying to smooth their edges again. My basement has boxes full of notebooks and crinkled sheets of paper. Perhaps I need to revisit those pages, go back to the days when all I seemed to do was feel and live and write instead of fret and worry and stress. Perhaps I need to remind my inner voice that I know what I’m doing. Perhaps I need to remind myself that I know what I’m doing.