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Going through the square window...
Jan. 19th, 2005 09:09 amI don't write anymore, that is to say about the only time I actually pick up a pen and scribe something is when I find myself using block capitals, then again forms aren't exactly the haute couture of authorship.
Actually writing a letter does seem more personal, but I don't remember when I last did one - about the closest to it that I managed is scribbling brief weird messages in Christmas cards.
But then writing itself for me has never really flowed, if I want my handwriting to look, well, legable, then I have to write pretty slowly and invariably I find my hand cramping after a few pages. Tying? I can type for hours; my fingers don't even need my brain to be engaged in order to produce reams of pixellated text. I'm not exactly an artist either, my hands fail have any sort of ability to draw anything beyond basic lines and cobra mark threes.
Actually writing a letter does seem more personal, but I don't remember when I last did one - about the closest to it that I managed is scribbling brief weird messages in Christmas cards.
But then writing itself for me has never really flowed, if I want my handwriting to look, well, legable, then I have to write pretty slowly and invariably I find my hand cramping after a few pages. Tying? I can type for hours; my fingers don't even need my brain to be engaged in order to produce reams of pixellated text. I'm not exactly an artist either, my hands fail have any sort of ability to draw anything beyond basic lines and cobra mark threes.
