“Insights and perceptions pass through the mind like fleet fireflies. Lit for an instant, then gone back into the dark. Stop what you are writing and write them into a notebook, onto a napkin, a scrap of paper. ANYWHERE.” ~ Leonard Bishop
Fam, I know “It’s Tuesday” is supposed to be dedicated to helping you as writers become productive. Duh! I made the rules…
But you know, what? I’ve been procrastinating writing this blog post.
Why? Well, it’s not for the reason you may think. I know what I want to write about — How play promotes productivity.
I know. Sounds good, right? In fact, I was all prepared to share with a you a bullet point list of reasons of how the gleeful act of play and exercising your imagination just for the sake of fun makes you a better all-around human being and writer.
But…Then I searched through my trusty black portable file storage where I keep my priceless, one-of-a-kind originals of my poetry.
I “borrowed” this box, I think, from my mom when I was 13 or something crazy like that, and it has, bless its’ heart, not only survived traveling with me cross-country, but has endured more than few public storage divorces.
Anyhoo, this morning, I was looking for the original scribblings of three poems I’m gonna include in an upcoming book — You didn’t hear this from me — And my mind zoned in on something else.
Back in the day, I used to write on EVERYTHING. My notepad. Envelopes. In the margins of newspapers. Fast food napkins. Receipts. Candy wrappers.
Nothing was off-limits, because I had to get it out. And I didn’t hesitate to scribble it down on whatsomeever piece of paper was in my grasp.
And let’s not even talk about me always having a pen on me. Or if by some off-chance Mercury was in retrograde and I didn’t have one, I was never ashamed to ask complete strangers to borrow theirs.
These days, I usually remember to carry a pen. But instead of a cheap spiral notepad, I’ve upgraded to a journal. Problem is, I don’t jot down stuff in it as passionately or without abandon, because it’s so nice. Instead, I tend to wait until ideas are formed and I can write them down in my nice handwriting.
And guess what I do with the receipts? If I don’t keep them for tax purposes, I toss them.
What a waste of prime writing real estate!
Well, no more, Fam. Today, I pledge to get back to my writing-on- whatsomever-is-in-my-purse ways. I was so productive as a writer back then. Was all if it golden? Nope. But it was immediate and pure.
And for me, that’s the best foundation I need.
Scribblers on all things paper! What’s the oddest document you’ve written something on? How did it turn out for you?