Over the summer I decided that I was going to write my current WIP by hand. It was an idea I loved and was excited for because I was having problems getting into some of the characters and into the action in Scrivener. 35,000 words in and I was frustrated and ready to give up on the story.
But I couldn’t give up. The story had consumed my mind–I dreamed about scenes, thought about the characters while I spent time with my husband and daughter, plotted out scenes when I was supposed to working. I couldn’t let the story go, but I was struggling writing. In desperation, I decided to change how I wrote. I hadn’t written a full story by hand since middle school because computers were convenient and I had more access to one in high school.
The actual process of writing became more exciting to me as I dug around in my bin of old used and unused notebooks, selecting the perfect on. It was a cheap knock off of a five-star notebook I bought at college, unused and clean pages. I had found a solution to my writing problem, a problem I had never really experienced before. Writing was always easy, even though the content was sometimes crappy; at least I was writing something. For once the ideas were great, and I just couldn’t put them on the computer, but I could put them on paper.