I’ve finally come back to myself in a manner of speaking. I feel better than I have in months, and it’s definitely had a positive impact on my writing. It is, as I told a dear friend of mine, like I’m “finally back in the driver’s seat.”
For years, I’ve always tried new “techniques” for writing more, better, faster. I remember a few years ago that I decided I needed to be situated at a very small desk with absolutely nothing else on it in order to get my ideas flowing. I’ve tried morning pages and outlining. What I’ve discovered is that I need to be comfortable. It’s not (for me) necessarily about being “in the mood,” so much as keeping my mental health stable enough to be in the mood to write all the time. I know there are plenty of writers throughout the years who have famously written through addiction to drugs and alcohol. I am not one of those people.
I still find myself incredibly comfortable with a pen in my hand. Writing longhand is something that just feels so right that I’ll never stop. Yet, as I type this, I’m using a wireles keyboard and my iPhone. The most important part is that I’m reclined on my couch, and I am comfortable as bug in a rug. I remember learning how to write (not that I hadn’t done it before) in first grade, and my teacher was showing us the “proper” posture for writing and how to hold a pencil. To this day, I use an “appropriate” 3-fingered grip, but my eraser points way too far to the right side, when it “should” be pointed over my shoulder. What difference does that make, anyway? It’s not like I’m going to be any less prone to carpal tunnel syndrome because I’m holding a pencil this way or that. Comfort, I’ve found, is the most important thing when one is writing.