I'm serious! It really was! Well, it was a Tuesday, anyway.
I'm a pink lady at a local hospital and recently, I worked an afternoon shift in outpatient registration. It was a slow afternoon and I can only arrange magazines so many times and do so many word-search puzzles before I get a little...well, dopey. So I had this notebook. And this pen. And, for years, the only way I wrote was in longhand. These days, I don't even take notes with a pen, but on that Tuesday, I thought I'd give it a try. What did I have to lose?
I gotta tell you, it was some kind of fun. I got several pages written on a new story. I even started a bible of sorts on the next page in the notebook.
I discovered a few things.
- My once fairly neat handwriting has deteriorated to the point that I was surprised, in a hospital setting, that no one approached asking me for a diagnosis--surely only someone who has completed medical school can write that badly.
- I can no longer write on every line even in a wide-lined notebook--I found myself skipping linespaces and indenting on the right side of the page. I never considered that white space might be an addiction, but maybe.
- There is great freedom to be found in scratching out that which should not be there, with no regard or even any thought for neatness.
- If someone interrupts you because you need to do your job, don't say, "Just one second or I'll never be able to remember the end of this sentence" because, after all, it's your job whether you get paid or not--just like writing. Also, hospital patients don't need to realize the person who's telling them which way to go for their appointments has a memory problem and they could actually end up in a broom closet on the third floor.
- Longhand can be as satisfying at 65 as it was at 15. Yay!
Have a great week. If you haven't read my Christmas novella yet, I hope you will. We had so much fun with the stories in A Heartwarming Christmas.