Maybe it’s because I sit in front of a computer all day for my real job, but lately I’ve had a hard time coming home and spending hours sitting in front of my laptop, even if it is in a creative outlet. I just have no desire to come home and log on, no desire to type some more.

So earlier this week, I changed my mode of writing. I went to bed with a yellow legal pad and a pen, and for some reason the ideas flowed. With just a pen and a piece of paper, I was able to capture ideas, dialogue, and blocks of story without the dread I feel when I open an empty word document, without a dull haze falling over me.

I wonder if there is a link between hand and brain, between feeling the pressure of a pen or pencil on a page and accessing that often elusive, creative area hiding deep inside each of us. That I don’t know, but I do know it’s working for me. I haven’t written this much in a long time.