There’s something very soothing about writing in the rain – so long as it’s under cover and your book stays dry. Yep, I write long hand – even use a fountain pen. Ever since college, I’ve valued the written word. Not the typed word, I’m horrible at that (necessary evil, I know). No, I mean writing words onto paper.
Which is how I write.
When I was in architecture school, one the professors said that, “magic occurred between the pen and the paper (no pencil allowed – no erasing, either) like the moment of creation depicted atop the Sistine Chapel – the near touch between Adam and God’s fingertips.”
I’ve never forgotten that lesson; a passing moment in a lifetime of learning.
Writing words to paper, especially using a pen, opens your mind & soul to freely express itself onto the paper. The world spills forth as ink and ideas become reality. No need to understand what’s written. That’ll come later.
In fact, if any were to attempt a reading from my journal, they’d need a translator for the run-on sentences, the scribbles resembling words. Funny to see. Yet, it’s creation at it’s best: pure, unfiltered by spellcheck and still in existence from lack of a ‘delete’ button.
Day 3 is in the book – literally. Great progress and the world is coming together. It’s an amazing adventure and doing so in the rain makes it even better – like words dripping from the pen to paper. Creation.