The Rain Cometh

This past few weeks my little town of Eagle River got bombarded with a barrage of rain and wind, so much so that our lights winked out. It was troubling at first – How will we make food now? How many candles do we have? – and aggravating – Did you see that tree? Why do they have power? – but we rode it out. Eventually I got used to waking up with no power or having the lights flicker off, I even kind-of liked the darkness.

Last night, I woke up, grabbed a flashlight, and started writing, actually writing with pen and paper, which in the beginning felt odd as my computer is my usual means of getting thoughts down. I got to nestle down in my chair and take out my notebook, grab a pen and ink the pages. And in doing so I discovered two things: 1) how horribly slow (and messy) writing with a pen actually is and 2) how nostalgic it can be. I was reminded of my youth and the many camping trips we used to take. Those long days when I would lug a cup of hot chocolate out to a nearby rock, hunker down, and scribble out ideas of plots, of characters, of settings and scenes. These scenes were not my best, the characters, bare boned, the emotions, clunky… but they were there, written down on pieces of paper, created by me.

But not actually “created by” me because back then, dare I write it, I usually wrote fanfiction stories centering on Digimon and Teen Titans. Yes, it’s the truth; I started writing first in the worlds of others before I had the courage to create my own. was a sanctuary for my young mind. (For those of you who haven’t had the experience, it’s a fansite dedicated to writers penning their own spins on popular TV shows, books, and comics.) It was an online community yet every one of my fanfic pieces started out on paper, started out just by me jotting random thoughts on the page and then crossing them off again, reading them to myself only to change a word here or there, and playing with characters of others imaginations.

Last night, comforted by the patter of rain on the window, I remembered. It was fun. I discovered my craft on fanfiction, I discovered how awesome it was to write and then, eventually, how exciting it was to create my own works. Later on, I discovered how amazing it was to create a character, to see that character blossom and become real to me, and to others. There are heaps of pages carrying only characters on them, hair color, eye color, skin color, personality, history, habits, plans. I would carry around my notebooks everywhere, tangible proof of my efforts, only to transfer the stories to the screen and post the new chapter, only to check back a few days later to see how many hits I got, how many reviewers commented, and what I could do differently. Then I would take out my notebook and scrawl some more.

Last night, I scribbled on paper and too soon finished an outline for one of the books in my novella series. Too soon I put my pen down and yawned. Too soon I curled up in my bed and went to sleep. By the afternoon the power was back, bright as ever, and my computer called to me.

I guess, if I really wanted to, I could write on paper my ideas. I could dismiss my computer and use penned up ink instead. But I know myself too well. I know, for example, that my typing skills are faster than my scrawling, that because of that my ideas flow quicker onto the page on the computer and forget less. I know, on a day like today, I would much rather type then scribble. I’ve gotten used to that form of writing. That is not to say I’ve forgotten how to jot down things on paper, rather I’m just much more comfortable typing it up instead. I used to have reams of paper, heavy in my hands, filled with inked ideas. Now, today, at this moment in time, I have folders on a desktop. Multiple folders sure, but folders nonetheless, not a hardcopy, rather an electronic one. Sure my computer weights heavy in my hands too but it’s not, and will never be, the same as paper. I’m not saying that we should all go print out every folder we have on the desktop of course, I would never do such a thing, but I am saying that we should remember the time when we did do everything on paper, when we scrawled stories onto parchment instead of type them into a computer memory storage system. I’m not saying don’t use your computer, I certainly won’t stop using mine. It’s easier, less wasteful, and quicker this way.It’s just… sad almost that this is the new normal.

Unless I go camping again, of course…

Until next time!
Warm regards,

Postscript – you should know, however, I still jot down ideas in my notebook when I’m on the run, or when I’m too sleepy to actually type on the computer. Most of those notes end up looking like a child’s scribble or randomly stop or, my favorite, end up being longer than the actual page itself so I wind up trying to remember what I wrote anyway rather than actually reading my notes.


4 thoughts on “The Rain Cometh

  1. So true about computers. Paper is a thing of the past but still a necessary tool for writers. Don’t forget some paper on your next adventure.

    • Thanks so much for the comment! I completely agree, paper might be a past pleasure but it’s still unforgettable – the feel of parchment under your hand, the smears of ink as you write too fast for it to dry, the sheaves of paper in your hands when you’re done, you can’t get that anywhere else and certainly not on the hard surface of a keyboard. What can I say? I’m nostalgic. I won’t, I plan on bringing a ton of notebooks with me on this next trip.

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