"Take out another notebook, pick up another pen and just write. Just write, just write. In the middle of the world, make one positive step. In the centre of chaos, make one definitive act. Just write. Say yes, stay alive, be awake. Just write. Just write. Just write."
-Natalie Goldman
http://freelancewrite.about.com/b/2009/07/06/a-quote-for-you.htm
Friday, July 17, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
a beginning
And so it is without further ado that I give you, my paperpad.
Paper, to me, has always been a source of excitement (lame, I know). But when a sheet is blank, it is pure. A perfect white. It is yours for the taking. What you do with it, is up to you. Write, draw, scribble, crumple, fold, tear, burn, etc. and so forth.
Paper has potential. Like all of us. Maybe that is where my true fascination lies. What am I making of myself? Am I happy with it? Then the beauty of a pad comes in. If I don't like where one section is headed, I can tear it out. I can start on a fresh sheet. Much like the beauty of repentance.
I'm also a fan of the basics. A sharpened pencil, not mechanical, but a yellow #2. Not printed ink, but raw writing. You can't backspace, so you scribble. The process is visible. Just like our process of becoming perfect. No one truly is. They just hide their scribbles.
And besides all of this, I need to write. Mental release is almost always eye-opening. So I take my pencil to paper, and I let it out. And sometimes, when I'm not feeling too shy or embarassed, I'll share it here. I can't guarantee it will be raw and un-edited, cause it won't be. But maybe it will encourage others to take out a blank sheet and see what they can make of it.
So welcome to my paperpad.
Paper, to me, has always been a source of excitement (lame, I know). But when a sheet is blank, it is pure. A perfect white. It is yours for the taking. What you do with it, is up to you. Write, draw, scribble, crumple, fold, tear, burn, etc. and so forth.
Paper has potential. Like all of us. Maybe that is where my true fascination lies. What am I making of myself? Am I happy with it? Then the beauty of a pad comes in. If I don't like where one section is headed, I can tear it out. I can start on a fresh sheet. Much like the beauty of repentance.
I'm also a fan of the basics. A sharpened pencil, not mechanical, but a yellow #2. Not printed ink, but raw writing. You can't backspace, so you scribble. The process is visible. Just like our process of becoming perfect. No one truly is. They just hide their scribbles.
And besides all of this, I need to write. Mental release is almost always eye-opening. So I take my pencil to paper, and I let it out. And sometimes, when I'm not feeling too shy or embarassed, I'll share it here. I can't guarantee it will be raw and un-edited, cause it won't be. But maybe it will encourage others to take out a blank sheet and see what they can make of it.
So welcome to my paperpad.
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