Writing with a Magic Pen
I’ve been telling friends I got a magic pen for Christmas. “Ooh what’s that?” They ask. “It is a magic pen. It stores all of my writing I do in a notebook onto the internet,” I answer.
I have not tried it much yet. Frankly, I am unsure of making the switch. There’s something beautiful about your hands on paper, carefully writing each word, softly and with purpose.
There is something thrilling following a spasm of thoughts and ideas, this quote, that line, combining thoughts into a new approach never thought of before. I enjoy the ideas that come at random times yelling, screaming, a page on fire with the frenzy of the mind. Your body trying to keep up with the record. Your notes wherever they land.
It is a fact that most words are just not needed. Most ideas are meant to be forgotten. Later if they return, like lost loves sailing home, then they are a keeper. They pull at your heart for too long until you cannot forget and must explore.
But what about the rest? They are left to fade, to crumble or be tossed away. Do you really want to see them? To let all thoughts fill your computer? Would it not overwhelm the art of cleansing, of finding that right words, that right idea that pulls you forward? Would you see the best if there was just too much to see?
I’ve now opened the pen in the box. I haven’t downloaded the app or set it up just yet but I will try it. I will let my mind of the cloud hold all the words for me. Let it sit where it is visible, searchable, taggable, clickable. It is made up of only words. The same ingredients I love. They all have meaning and are waiting for the final touch, the act that brings them together to make something meaningful.
I told my business partner I got a pen from Christmas. He is tough and straight to the point when he speaks. So I left out the magic part. He gawked at me: Your boyfriend just got you a pen?
And I had to explain it all over again, beginning with the magic part.