So I'm sitting here at my 'desk' (uh, bed), trying to think of what inspired me in terms of my writing this week.
Confession: I did some writing this week, but not that much. The time I normally spend writing I spent revising, highlighting and commenting all over my ms. And then there's the end of the semester, looming. Only another three weeks, thank God, and after Tuesday, it's just finishing up a final paper (gah) and taking the final.
Inspiration, inspiration, inspiration....
Well, the magical new laptop (HOORAY!!) for one has been inspiring me, but mostly in a hooray-I-have-a-regular-laptop-again-with-the-whole-keyboard-working-now-I-can-write-again!-kind of inspiration.
*pats laptop happily*
It's interesting, how we become so entrenched in our writing habits that if anything is different, your whole flow of creativity is thrown. (I've talked about conditioning yourself into creativity before). The place you write, the tools you use to write... all of it is tied so intrinsically into how we view ourselves and our creativity.
Kind of goes back to the is it all in your head question- how much of the need to have things the way we need to have them an actual, legitimate need and how much of it is us trying to pretend it matters?
And if it is pretending that it matters, why does it matter to us so much?
Typewriters have always fascinated me. The summer camp I went to had a typewriter in the library- a pretty modern looking one, actually. I was obsessed- the typewriter was some sort of magical lucky charm or something- I thought that if I really wanted to be a REAL writer, I would have a typewriter. There I would sit, at my fabulous (and imaginary) desk, looking all fabulously disheveled and put together in a way that I can never pull off in real life, clacking away at the typewriter, words flowing like the faucet on full blast, and it would be so excellent that I would find myself an agent and a publisher and get a seven-figure contract for that one book, like, right away.
Apparently, typewriters in my mind equal instant writing success.
Funny how writing by hand or by quill don't have the same connotations as the magical typewriter.
Quill and ink remind me of some sort of Regency woman, clad in a fabulous gown (and not so fabulous corset), writing a letter. Or of the Declaration of Independence. It's a lot more refined, and more classy, I suppose.
Someone at the typewriter tends to be hunched over, fingers banging, a full ashtray next to them and whiskey in arm's reach. Quills are more of a sipping tea very proper thank you card type of word association. In my mind, Ms. Manners answered all her letters by hand.
I've never actually used a typewriter, though I still would love to. (If anyone wants to give me one as a present, I will not say no. Really ;) ) But I have done the quill and ink route, and at the end of it, I still wasn't sipping tea wearing a ball gown and suddenly possessing a posh accent.
I was still in the seventh grade, wearing the same school uniform I was wearing at the beginning of the year. But did I feel more elegant when I learned to write calligraphy?
I did. I remember the feeling of pride when I looked down at the flourished swoops of my name that I had worked so slowly to get just right. I felt elegant and sophisticated, like the next thing I should be doing was riding to have tea with the Queen. Or a Prince, or some such.
How does a laptop fit into all of the word and feeling associations?
I'm not quite sure, to be honest. Especially since with a laptop there isn't one traditional place to be using it, which definitely throws things off. The background when you're at the typewriter or at the fancy little writing desk are very definite- and the background of a laptop is not.
The laptop conundrum has been more thought-provoking than inspiring, I think. And while it may not have contributed directly to the work I've done this week, it's made me more conscious of my ability to change my mood based on my surroundings.
So, lovely and intelligent blog reader! Word association, or something of the sort, perhaps?
When you think laptop, what background and feelings do you think? Let me know in the comments below :)
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