Quill Over Key

I got nothing to say.

Yeah right.

I don't.

Nothing.

Nada.

Zilch.

When I write, by hand, with pen and paper, it's awesome.

Wonderful.

But there's a limit.

I'm limited by how fast, or slow, I can write.

I have to be deliberate.

Thoughts move a bit faster than my penmanship.

I have to slow down.

And so I learned to love typing.

I can almost type stream of consciousness here.

Meaning I can type as I think.

Before I think even.

Lord help us.

Just typing words out first to make a thought appear later.

And so when I handwrite, the output is thoughtful, considered, and concise.

When I type, woo boy, you get this.

Rambles.

It occurs to me, as such things do, that this musings column has halted my hand written stuff.

My offline musings.

Best musings are done offline.

All this (pointing to iterating) is a bit absurd.

Agreed?

Mmhmm.

Time to pick up that feather.