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Putting Pen to Paper…

But not Just Any Pen or Any Paper. This is a lovely article that Friend pointed me in the direction of months ago that I meant to share.

It’s the same message that Natalie Goldberg writes about in Writing Down the Bones, within one of the first chapters. To write anywhere, in any format, with any pen or pencil, is to expand how you write in a unique way. It helps build uniqueness, character, experience. To fill notebooks and journals and anything you find in any way, with scribbles or notes, thoughts, or full stories, because you can, because it’s a way to write.

The message isn’t hard for me to take to heart, and I find myself wondering about buying a new journal to fill, giving myself that challenge, but I have a few already that I’ve been trying to do that with…

I will say that it’s incredibly satisfying to finish a journal from front to back. I am, unfortunately, one of those people who stacks journals, but I don’t fill them very often.

Whether you fill it or not, though, and whether it’s a single page or a stack of them bound together, all adds to the experience.

-The Novice Wordsmith

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Missing Machine

A writer’s biggest arsenal is what they write on, whether it’s a notebook with paper in it or the kind of notebook that you charge nightly. It is the stand where we shout our most prolific prose, silently, sparked by the imagination of our own minds.

What happens, though, when that needs to be repaired, or it’s lost?

Suddenly, you might also feel lost. There is a sort of connection we all have to material things, no matter how much we want to deny it; it’s a personal connection, we remember everything we’ve gone through with it and just how much it’s helped us achieve. Our favorite phrases, our most precious stories and the novel we wrote out painstakingly for years has all been collected in that journal, or on that computer.

Without it, there’s a sense of loss. When it’s gone, or when it’s just missing from your paws for a while, you’re longing to get it back. Just like our characters, we put a piece of ourselves in the place we keep our thoughts and ideas.

Answers from friends don’t tend to be as helpful, from those who don’t share the same passion. “Just get a new one,” might be the response. Others are more sympathetic, but the idea of just finding something new is like a defeat in and of itself. It signals that you’re moving on without your treasured item. The thing you’ve put your heart and soul into.

Temporary leave is easier. When you know it will come back to you, there’s a sense of hope, and you might find it easier to write like the wind in other places to tide you over. None are quite like what you’ve been using all this time, but it’ll do.

It’s sometimes hard not getting attached to these things. Whether there are just some doodles in them, or you remember going through a certain period of time with it close by, there’s always something that reminds you that it’s more than just an object. By then it becomes a bit like a keepsake.

Sentimental value! It’s also why hoarders are hoarders, now that I think about it.

Letting go is easier after you’ve had some time to come to terms with it, though. When you no longer use it and it’s causing a clutter, there’s a chance it’s time to let go. The thing is that you’ll always have those memories, personally, without keeping the thing around, whatever it may be.

The same ultimately goes for other things not dedicated to writing: your old smartphone, a water bottle that you took with you everywhere, every day, a stuffed toy that an old friend gave you, a pair of pants that ripped when you were on a fantastic trip out somewhere, that flash drive you bought in your sophomore year of high school or college, your very first piece of expensive jewelry, bought on your own, with no way of being fixed.

We keep things around because they remind us of what happened, and they make us smile or think back and feel happily nostalgic. It’s okay to hold on, but sometimes it’s better to let go. You’ll know when it’s time.

-The Novice Wordsmith