I decided to try my hand at NaBloPoMo, National Blog Posting Month, a whole month dedicated to writing once per day with prompt topics. I’m a few days behind, but I signed up anyway. I need something to push me to write everyday as it was my entire purpose of blogging. So if I’m too late for prizes.. oh well. I love the concept.
Today – November 4th, the prompt was, “When you are writing do you prefer a pen or a computer?”
I remember long weekend nights/mornings when I was 12, staying up with a cup of coffee (yes I drank coffee even then) with a pencil – sharpener close by – and paper, lots of paper. I had notebooks and loose leaf, scattered over the scratched and dented kitchen table, crumbled up in corners on the floor because I have an OCD issue with messing up. I probably killed millions of trees just on my own because I hated using erasers on my final draft and seeing the shadowed marks of imperfect words peeking out behind the emboldened new ones. The poem I will never forget writing was over twenty pages long and somehow began with dancing in the rain and then summed up with this poetic resemblance of love as a cigarette. I only remember a part of it I turned into a song many years later when the poem disappeared.