This week’s 3WW words are: dull, race and yawn. Find out more about 3WW by clicking here.
Not a question I’d ever thought much about really, until it came up in my writing group yesterday evening.
My favourite remains good old paper. It may be quite dull in these supermodern days of technology but that’s the way I am. Not beats the feel of a pen in my hand and the pleasure of seeing the whiteness of the page disappear as the ink spreads. With my writing group I use a large size spiral notebook, perforated so I can easily take out the pages for archiving.
Then, there are my small notebooks. They fit easily into the outside pocket of my bag or even into my jacket pocket. I carry one with me wherever I go. Notes, jottings, ideas that creep up on me suddenly and disappear even quicker, impressions and even my numerous secrets – they’re all to be found in my notebooks. But I never divulge them to anyone.
I also make it a regular practice to write things to my memory. This is to avoid it disappearing altogether and leaving me in the dark.
Other people write on my heart. But it’s one of my greatest pleasures to read what they leave there. Once again, this is accessible to none other than myself.
My only publications so far were all written on the computer and published in electronic form. But now a new race for publication is on and next month, two anthologies each with one of my stories will be published as paper books. (End of publicity stunt.)
Most of my writing is fairly simple and requires little interpretation. I’m sure it has more than once provoked a few yawns. But one media seems to bring out the worst in me. The pieces I’ve left on the life-canvasses of those closest to me, are exlusively written in ambiguous ink and include more than a tint of mystery.