The Daily Prompt had me thinking again this morning. This is what it had to say – “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?”
I vaguely remember the pre-keyboard era. Either that, or I am trying to block it out because I do remember it and it makes me feel somewhat vintage. I was the girl who loved to write letters to pen pals, write silly love poems, short stories and crazy plays that could only be created by an 8-year-old mind and acted out by animal puppets.
I would spend hours printing and practicing my ‘cursive’ writing. (that word plays heavily in my vocabulary these days, but with an alternate suffix and a very dissimilar meaning!) I loved to write so much that my wonderful penmanship turned into an obsession with calligraphy. My doodles in high school were never flowers or hearts, but intricately designed versions of the alphabet. There was something so satisfying about being able to create that type of flare with my own hand.
Now the world is so different. Millions of fonts can be downloaded with the touch of a button on the keyboard and all of that creativity I used to enjoy has been replaced by technology. I miss the excitement of buying new ink for my calligraphy pen or having to buy new pencils because I had spent so much time writing that they had all been worn down to little nubs of wood and lead.
Although I began writing my novel in longhand, the novelty wore off when I realized how much faster I could record the ideas on ‘paper’ by using a keyboard. I do miss the days of the natural flow of ideas from brain to pen or pencil and didn’t have to tune out the incessant clacking of the keys. Oh, how we suffer now for our arts. ;)