Seriously, I've probably written more this summer than I've written in forever. It feels good. Which is not the same thing as having written something that's good. But still.
I've wondered why I've had this sudden burst of writing energy, and I'm not sure there's a single answer. But part of it is that I've been going out into the playhouse--that one Ken Cannon is building in the backyard--and writing by hand, something I haven't done since I taught myself to compose at the typewriter.
Yes. I said typewriter.
When I first started writing on deadline for Utah Holiday and Network many decades ago, I realized I needed speed. The typewriter (and, later, the computer) provided that. But with the advent of the Internet, the computer became a way to seriously distract myself.
Thank you, Internet! Without you, I would never know what that great feminist Kim Kardashian who takes nude selfies on an hourly basis to empower us all is going to do next!
Anyway. I'm writing by hand now. And somehow that process keeps me grounded in the story I'm telling.