I curl up in front of my laptop on the window seat and chuckle to myself about how things have changed. I used to handwrite everything. The slow pace seemed to give me time to think about each word. Now I don’t have time for slow.
Mister’s been out for twenty minutes. That means I probably have twenty minutes left to write before he wakes up. These days, twenty minutes is a writing time jackpot. My fingers type furiously. When I pause to come up with a humorous simile, I let the cursor blink only a few times before I add “(insert something funny)” and keep typing.
Blanks and notes in parenthesis would have terrified me before. Even in a first draft. Now they take off some of the pressure of coming up with something perfect on the first try. Those blanks give me room to let an idea marinate. And, like those comebacks that pop into my mind after a confrontation, what I come up with later is better than what I would’ve done on the spot.
What a revelation. I think I’m growing as a writer.
What revelation have you had about your writing habits? What brought on this discovery? How have your writing habits changed?