Lovin’ Longhand
Posted March 2, 2010
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For people like me, who may have a touch of ADHD, access to digital information can be disastrous to discipline. To sit at the computer writing is to constantly feel the pull of “surfing,” email, facebook or twitter. It takes extraordinary willpower for us, the dearly distracted, to focus on the writing task at hand without succumbing to digital information sabatoge. I love the exploding wealth of ideas on the Internet, but if I don’t compartmentalize it- and physically remove myself from it- the ever-increasing metaswirl of minds meeting takes me down too many tangential roads.
I’ve written so much more since I’ve unplugged. After checking email and then whirling around the Internet for 20 minutes or so, I move to another desk. Card table, actually. Yes, I actually get up from my computer and walk away. Sometimes I leave the house to write but usually I just move over to my trusty green card table. I call it my poetry desk but it’s no longer just for poetry. It still feels poetic, though. I’m writing in longhand. I’m looking out the window into our postage stamp orchard- budding fig, peach, cherimoya. Hard-working poetry and prose- my hand is moving across the page, word by word, listening to the birds. Yes, I must give Anne Lamott a shout- Bird by Bird. I cross things out but often I don’t even bother- I just keep moving forward, knowing that when I sit down to the computer, that will be revision time.
Nestled between bookshelves, my green card table is alive with strands of thought like spider webs all over it. Memories, both real and imagined. Cream-colored candles, stacks of books of all kinds, journals, photo albums, a wooden horse, a flying pizza man, butterflies, rocks from everywhere I’ve been, a box of fluff, angels, a painting of a toucan, yarn. I suppose these things could distract me, too, like the Internet, but somehow they don’t. Rather than fragmenting my energy, they solidify me; they are all pieces of a time and place on my journey to now. I’m enjoying life in the longhand lane- and I love flipping through my inky pages.
Ondine Brooks Kuraoka
6 Responses to "Lovin’ Longhand"
I often wonder how writers accomplished anything without spell check, cut-and-paste and all the other goodies we take for granted in our chosen word processing programs. I doubt that I could sit for very long with a tablet and pen in hand, but I definitely agree that turning off the Internet helps with getting words on the paper.
I’m on call for jury duty and while they’ll let you bring your laptop to the courthouse, there is no Internet connection in the jury room. When I found this out, I thought — hurray, maybe I actually get some writing done.
1 | Chicki Brown
March 2, 2010 at 12:25 pm
I have the same problem, but writing longhand makes me crazy, so I write on my AlphaSmart rather than on my computer. That way I can’t be tempted to jump on the information superhighway and get lost.
Ondine Brooks Kuraoka
March 3, 2010 at 2:11 am
Yes, I also adore my AlphaSmart! Same concept- minimize temptation/distraction. But longhand is really lovely sometimes; a change in muscle use, too. But all in the right hand… hmm- I can’t forget to stretch my hands.
Thanks for the comment, Chicki!