I am a professional blogger, and in many ways I live up to the least flattering stereotypes of the job. I am wildly unhealthy. I’m a disappointment to my friends and family. But I defy the stereotypes in at least one respect. I write most of my blog posts out by hand before I publish them.
Every time I sit down in front of my computer to write a post, I end up browsing.
I’ve wasted weeks of my life playing music that I downloaded years ago and can’t bring myself to delete.
When I’m working on a computer, it takes me three times as long as it should to write a post. When I’m putting pen to paper, though, there are no distractions. It’s just me and the ink, and I can’t tab over to something more immediately gratifying. Not only do I finish my posts faster, I’m more likely to just sit and think before I write a sentence or a paragraph—something I don’t always do while composing in Microsoft Word.
I can write in my notebook anywhere and everywhere. I will frequently bring it with me and dash off a rough draft while in transit—waiting for the subway, sitting on a bus. This is very convenient, as it allows me to be productive on the go without having to own a phone.
As a disgustingly sentimental person, I like that feeling of being connected to those who came before me.