I was having a hella hard time trying to lock down an opening for a MacLife feature due tomorrow. I’ve never believed in writer’s block, but for some reason, pounding until it fit just wasn’t working today. There was nothing for it but a jaunt out to coffee up, iPad, pad of paper and my preferred pen tagging along for the ride.
While it tends to take me longer, there’s something about churning out pages in longhand that brings order to my cluttered hard. Letting me work through the thick brush of a literary rough-spot with a machete. What ever x-factor scribbling holds for me over pecking away at a keyboard might be, I’m thankful for it. The feature’s first draft is near complete, allowing me to turn my attention to other needful clients and, eventually, my damn novel.