Writing

[nico1908]

Here is why I can’t write on the computer: I love the sensation of pen gliding on paper. Swiftly and smoothly in one moment, scratchy and haltingly the next. Almost feverish at times, pausing, then picking up again. Sometimes settling into a steady rhythm, where there is no hesitation and no stopping and no scratching out words. There is just the flow of ink, uninhibited, and words spilling out one after the other, and it does not stop until the last full stop is dotted on the page, sometimes with a resolute stab, sometimes as the gentlest touch. Nothing compares to this, to my pen making love to the pages of my notebook.