I write almost entirely on my computer these days. It’s quicker, easier, I don’t get hand cramps and I’d have to type them up eventually anyway. Not to mention how much more neat it makes my stories. This was not always the case, though.
My family got our first computer when I was ten years old. I was the last of all my friends to have a computer and most had already had one for several years. This means that for half of my life I’ve been without a computer – how I lived through those first ten years, I really can’t say. I really only discovered that I could write my stories on the computer a couple of years after we had one. From the time I was about 11 or 12 years old I’ve written pretty much exclusively on the computer. Before this time, though, I had to do it the old fashioned way.
When I first started writing stories – I don’t even remember my age – I just wrote on loose leaf. I’ve still got some of my old stories and it’s kind of fun to go back and read them. I wrote on regular paper for many years until one day – I must have been about nine years old – my Dad found this journal in the storage room:
It was unused and he told me it was really old. The moment I saw it I fell in love with it and imagined writing an amazing novel inside. Now, there was a fight with one of my brothers over the journal. He wanted it, too. I think he just wanted it because it looked so cool to us young kids and because I had wanted it so bad. As the youngest I was really well practiced at getting my way so, naturally, I got the journal. I think the fact that I wrote stories all of the time and had an actual use for the journal helped my case.
As soon as I got it I imagined up this story and began to write. It’s a fantasy story about these two cousins who move into a house to find it is possessed and they accidentally unlock a Dark Lord’s powers. They learn that the only thing that can stop him is the Fifth Element which is crafted from the four Elemental Stones. They set out on a quest to get the four stones, but they are guarded by the elemental guardians. There is much more to the story and as I wrote more in the journals, I began to realize I may not have enough space to finish.
Needless to say, I quickly filled up the journal and had to add ‘To Be Continued…” at the back, until I could get another journal to write in. I went the dollar store with my mom shortly after to invest some birthday money in more journals. It turns out I needed five more journals to finish the story.
After that, I was rather impressed with myself for having crafted this masterpiece and more story ideas just kept coming. My next set of journals was given to me by my parents for either my 10th or 11th birthday, I don’t remember. They were much more creative.
By the time I was 12, I had discovered the wonders of writing on the computer and I spent my days glued in front of the screen typing away madly. My mom used to have a rule that if we wanted to be on the computer or play video games we had to go play outside first. However long we spent outside was how long we got on the computer, but all four of us kids had to share the computer time. She made an exception for me since I wasn’t playing – I was writing. My brother hated it and thought I was getting special treatment.
Two years passed and I had written probably 1,000 pages on the computer or more. Most of it is complete trash now, but I’m slowly picking through what’s there to find the good bits that I can use to craft much better formulated stories (now that my writing has improved significantly since then). As I was nearing 14, I realized I was missing actually writing my stories on paper, and so I asked for a real nice journal for my birthday. This was what my Grandma got me:
I was so excited to get this and for a while I did a lot of writing in more journals and I loved it. It’s still my favourite way to write, but sometimes I have to sacrifice comfort for efficiency because it really is a bother to have to re-type from a journal.
Over the years I’ve written a few stories in journals, and I’ve acquired some real nice ones to write in. Two that really strike me as beautiful are the only two I have not yet written in. They just seem too good to waste on an average story. They both contain pages that are about the size of a sheet of loose leaf – if not a little bit bigger – and about two hundred pages or so. I’m waiting for a couple of real good stories to come along that I can write in these books.
This is the first and much more modest of the two:
The second is absolutely gorgeous. It cost me $100 – yikes – but it is homemade leather, homemade paper and the pages are bound together with string. I’m not sure if I’ll ever write anything inside this one. I think it might be too nice to write in. I love it nonetheless, though, and it was worth the money just to take it out every once in a while and flip through the thick pages or run my fingers along the engraved cover. Wow, sounds like I’m making love to it or something – which I promise you, I am not! Back to the book though, want a look for yourself? Take one.
Does anyone else love to write in journals like this? Do you prefer them to the computer?
Thanks for reading!
- Journals for Spirit Searching (shaevere.wordpress.com)
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- This is Why Real Writers Keep Writing (writeraid.net)
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