Today I realized how long it’s been since I wrote on this blog — 2 1/2 months. In January I had lots of ideas of things to write for the blog and other things I wanted to do. I had intentions to write a “these are my 2013 goals” post, but it never got done.
It’s been a very blah couple of months for me. My energy is zapped, and it’s hard to build yourself up and do something creative when you feel down. That’s funny to me since my creative outlets often have helped my energy and depressed moods.
But I’ve also come to realize how hard it is to be creative in today’s technology age.
I sit down to write and get nothing done because there are too many distractions. New e-mail pops up. There are Twitter and Facebook notifications. And there are far too many other distractions online to cause someone to procrastinate. The distractions keep piling on each day.
I could just turn off the Internet while I work. I’m sure lots of people do this. But there’s just something about the keyboard and the laptop that doesn’t do it for me when I want to write something more than an article or a blog post, when I want to write a fiction piece. And I’ve had a story floating in my head for months.
I recently finished “The Paris Wife,” which is a fictionalization of the relationship between Ernest Hemingway and his first wife. I had one of those eureka moments as I read about how Hemingway would go off and write — he was just doing it in notebooks by hand.
Lately I’ve found it’s easier to work when I have just a journal and pen in front of me. There are no distractions, just the paper and the pen. I don’t like to do this except to scratch down a scene or an idea too often because then I’d have to retype the whole thing. It seems like more work.
But isn’t that what great authors like Hemingway did many moons ago? If they can do it, so can I.
My thinking is it’s the first draft. The first draft is never the final draft. If I write it down, I can’t go back and edit right away. And when I do type it, it’s a chance for me to edit the story too.
I’m just hoping my hand doesn’t fall off.
