A few weeks ago, I carted out a 13 gallon garbage bag filled to the brim with old, handwritten notes that I’d been hoarding for years. I didn’t feel even a twinge of regret. Gone are the days of scribbling in my trusty notebook, paper napkins, my hand or whatever else happened to be within reach whenever inspiration struck.
Yes, gone are those days but I’ve gotta say, I don’t really miss them that much.
Writers scribble, all the time. It’s true. Going somewhere without at least one notebook use...
Published on July 07, 2014 08:26