Never Leave Home Without One
Dec. 18th, 2006 11:00 amI’ve been suspecting that my love of writing has returned with a vengeance of late. There’s the way my head is just stuffed full of ideas. And the way my muse won’t actually let me sleep unless I swear at her. And let’s not forget the way I'm actually writing stuff instead of just day-dreaming about it and hoping it’ll write itself.
But as far as I’m concerned, the one true mark of being a writer is that I always have a note-book with me and that being without one can cause a panic.
Which is what happened on Saturday afternoon. We were at a friend’s place, so I’d switched from my normal bag to a less conspicuous one (what? I’m addicted to bags. I can’t help it.). In doing so, I’d completely forgotten to transfer my notebook so it was happily sitting in my old bag at home while I was less happily sitting on the couch at our friend’s place, desperate to write something down. And I mean desperate.
If I couldn’t write it, I was going to explode.
I had to write it. And I didn’t have a scrap of paper or a writing implement to my name. Of course, the story didn’t really care about the realities of the situation and it settled for poking me... and poking me... and poking me... until I had to do something about the whole situation. Much to the consternation of the people around me, I jumped up out of my seat and grabbed the car keys. Luckily, the nature of my Timothy’s job means that the car is pretty much always filled with paper. So that need was quickly addressed. And when I got back inside, I saw a red pen sitting on the table so I grabbed it. Of course, it almost didn’t work, but I forced into compliance.
Then I sat down and wrote.
I felt so much better. My imagination even took pity on me and provided another story idea, which I obediently jotted down on the other side of the paper.
It’s been a very long time since I've needed to write something as badly as that. I feel like a real writer again.
Oh, and I’ll never leave home without my notebook ever again.
But as far as I’m concerned, the one true mark of being a writer is that I always have a note-book with me and that being without one can cause a panic.
Which is what happened on Saturday afternoon. We were at a friend’s place, so I’d switched from my normal bag to a less conspicuous one (what? I’m addicted to bags. I can’t help it.). In doing so, I’d completely forgotten to transfer my notebook so it was happily sitting in my old bag at home while I was less happily sitting on the couch at our friend’s place, desperate to write something down. And I mean desperate.
If I couldn’t write it, I was going to explode.
I had to write it. And I didn’t have a scrap of paper or a writing implement to my name. Of course, the story didn’t really care about the realities of the situation and it settled for poking me... and poking me... and poking me... until I had to do something about the whole situation. Much to the consternation of the people around me, I jumped up out of my seat and grabbed the car keys. Luckily, the nature of my Timothy’s job means that the car is pretty much always filled with paper. So that need was quickly addressed. And when I got back inside, I saw a red pen sitting on the table so I grabbed it. Of course, it almost didn’t work, but I forced into compliance.
Then I sat down and wrote.
I felt so much better. My imagination even took pity on me and provided another story idea, which I obediently jotted down on the other side of the paper.
It’s been a very long time since I've needed to write something as badly as that. I feel like a real writer again.
Oh, and I’ll never leave home without my notebook ever again.
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on 2006-12-18 01:05 am (UTC)I do know what you mean though, about desperately needing to write ideas down. Maybe not with respect to actually..you know...writing. But I get that with ideas for crafting. So now I got myself a tiny notebook lol. Mind, I only have my one bag (I know, shocking!), so it's always there. Use it, too. ^_^
Anyway, I'm glad you were able to remedy the situation well enough
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on 2006-12-18 06:32 am (UTC)It's always good to have a notebook on hand, isn't it? You never know what you'll need to write down... or what you'll foget if you can't.
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on 2006-12-18 03:54 pm (UTC)I know...I've lost many a great craft/gift idea by not being able to write it down straight away
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on 2006-12-18 01:33 am (UTC)And bag addictions are good. Mum and I went to the Olga Berg factory outlet in Collingwood the other weeked. Talk about heaven!
*grugs bags*
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on 2006-12-18 06:32 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-12-18 05:55 am (UTC)It does make me sorry I don't have a notebook, too. I'd love to be able to write wherever I happen to be. (sigh) But I shouldn't complain. I'm lucky to have this nice computer waiting at home for me...
I need to mention that even when I don't take the time to comment, I adore reading all your entries that deal with your feelings and experiences about the writing process, Katie. I really do. (I should try harder to comment every time, just so you'd know...)
Please keep on sharing such things all the time. It means so much to me! And many, many thanks.
(hugs)
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on 2006-12-18 06:35 am (UTC)Up until a few weeks ago, I though I could no longer hand-write stories, so I was very happy to discover I still could. Of course, I can't quite write quickly enough, but I'm just grateful that I'm no longer limited to needing a computer on hand to get my stories going.
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on 2006-12-18 08:12 am (UTC)Words to live by!
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on 2006-12-18 09:12 am (UTC)Thank-you muchly for your encouraging words. They're much appreciated. :)
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