Back in pre-blogging days, I used to spend a lot of time sitting down with paper and a pen to write. I'd write anything and everything - lists, letters, notes, ideas, book outlines, basically anything that popped into my head. I felt lost if I didn't have a pen and paper close by.
Nowadays, I feel lost if I'm not in close proximity to a computer, specifically one with internet access. I love all this computer stuff, I really do. (In case you couldn't tell.) But sometimes I miss just rambling on paper.
Part of that reason is that I've always enjoyed the process of longhand writing. I like the flow of ink onto paper. I like seeing words form as my mind and hand work together. And I know it's a little dorky, but I like my own handwriting. I should; I spent years perfecting it.
I spent many hours with my grandma while she taught me the Palmer method. We'd sit at her kitchen table and draw sloping circles for hours. I never did get the hang of that entirely, yet I never lost that feeling that my handwriting could be like my own miniature artwork.
Everything is on the computer now though, from my grocery lists to my ramblings. I gave in a while ago and now have notebooks and a pen with me at the computer desk. I get a bit of both worlds that way. But that doesn't entirely take away my desire to write by hand, especially when I find a wonderful writing pen. Blue ink, fine tip, non-smudging - I could write a post just on my favorite types of pens, but that might be best written in my notebook.