Search my text history and you’ll find a slew of texts to myself. I send them to me or to my email with the intention of collecting them, like notes, for future writings. I used to do this with notebooks. I used to carry them around in my bag and jot down ideas throughout the day that sometimes would be read and sometimes the act of writing the note was enough to exorcize the thought. Nowadays I write fewer notes–the texts replacing the notebooks take up both less space and less words entirely. Nowadays my ideas slim to slivers of thought vs the chunks of ideation that made me into a writer.
There must be a way to marry the two worlds. My lands of pen and paper vs. the spoils of modern technology where scrivener is seen as he penultimate pin board of writing vs. that cream colored wall stuck so full of pins and taped pages that it felt like nothing else existed upon that wall.
I’m not sure if I ever effectively made the transition or understood what was necessary to join the two types of planning and writing together. I know that I’ve been less and less productive over the years, and while there are multiple factors, this definitely counts as one of them.
Some Thoughts:
- The footballing ended quite suddenly and quietly with a first round tournament exit. That was uninspiring. No tales to be told of a first round loss.