When I was flying back, I wrote longhand in a lovely notebook. I enjoyed it. I always enjoy it. When I landed, the daunting task of typing up what I wrote reminded me why journaling is such an act of luxury – like sleeping in on a weekday.
If I had written that rough draft on my computer, I would not have to spend the time doing data entry. That slowing down of the process means I don’t do the dishes on my way to work in the morning, because I’ve got a deadline. It means, I’ve got to skip a workout video. It means, I’ve got to lose sleep.
Writing longhand is a luxury, and I enjoy it when I can do it. Alas, I can’t always do it. It takes too much time to get to the second draft.
Someday, I will go on vacation without a computer, and spend weeks wandering some exotic place – a state park, New York City, underwater caves – and I will press the ink into the paper.
Halfway through my plane journey, I stopped using the pen and paper, and I started using my own e-mail on my iPhone. I couldn’t mail it out right away, what with the plane settings, but I knew I could mail it out eventually, and cut and paste, and gallop into my second draft without any lost time scrivening.
I wonder if someday typing on a full keyboard will be as luxurious as a pen and ink, because we’re all tap-tap-tapping on our mobile informational devicery.