words on a page
Mitch Hedberg had this great joke that went like this:
I sit in my hotel at night and think of something that’s funny and then I go get a pen and write ‘em down. Or, if the pen’s too far away, I have to convince myself that what I thought of, ain’t funny.
The definition of the balance between creativity and laziness. I had my own Hedberg-esque moment a few days ago, where I was lying on my couch, came up with a cool idea for a short story or a scene or a character or something and by the time I convinced myself to get up and write it down, it had passed.
In an effort to combat this laziness, this block of sorts and to maybe, just maybe spur on my writing schtick to a level I want it to be at, I received my eee-PC today. In fact, I’m currently writing on it.
It’s small, it’s sweet, it’s excruciatingly hard to make capital letters and all the typing takes on an almost delicate feel as I paw at the keyboard and hope the right letters come out.
But I’m writing. So there’s that. Who knows if this will continue. My hands are already cramped.