I do a lot of my writing by hand. It
sounds odd in an age of keyboards, laptops and vocal recognition software, but I
find that dampening the speed of my thoughts down to the speed of my hand works
for me. Especially if I am having trouble writing. It also allows me to be away
from the Net.
But… I fill a lot of notebooks
with scrawl. And I am thrifty or cheap… yep, cheap.
So I need a notebook with a solid
cover and lots of lined pages. It cannot be too large or too small and it
cannot be too expensive. I used to buy hardcover Chinese notebooks bound in red
and black but I cannot find them in the right size any more.
On a trip to Officeworks (Staples
in the US?) to get school supplies, I found some Composition books. 200 pages,
9 3/4x 7 1/2 inches. The cover is not hardbound but it is cardboard so I can
write with it leaning on my knees. And as a bonus, they fit in my handbag.
They even come in different
colours so that I can use a colour for each fic type.
I bought a dozen of them!
But… I got the oddest feeling from
them. I tried to explain it to kid 1 one day - I said I got a serial killer
vibe from the books and I didn’t know why.
Fast forward months later. I love
movies and I insist that my kids watch what I consider to be classic movies. Kid
1 is old enough for R ratings now and he and I settled down to watch American
Psycho and Se7en.
And there were my composition books!
Black mottled covers and all. Each killer filled them with tightly written
scrawl. In Se7en he had hundreds of them.
And there was my serial killer link.
I could not remember it, but my
mind had clearly made a connection, tucked it away in the back of my head and I
had forgotten about it. It was a visual trigger.
It’s the same thing in writing - sometimes
people dislike a character for a reason that they can’t express. Maybe they
always wear a blue hoodie and the guy that bullied them in school always wore a
blue hoodie? Maybe a redhead broke their heart?
So each person has a different
reaction to the same thing.
Se7en also explains the startled
yelp noise that I make when I see one of those Christmas tree car deodorisers. Problem
is, kid 3 does it now, and she doesn’t know why.
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