writing. for sure. no questions asked. from like two years old until forever, i am sure.
it’s weird. i can’t draw to save my life. i can never seem to get on the paper what i want to be there. but with words … words are easy. words come naturally. even if i have to make them up to make them perfectly fit.
i prefer to write by hand than type, but it seems like typing is the way of the world these days. long gone are hand written letters, journals full of tear stained pages, written and rewritten paragraphs on lined pages … now … the clickclickclick of fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard. not having to use much pressure even, unlike the typewriters that i learned on … and mistakes, well, they can just be backspaced into non-existence.
and i love writing. a lot. i wish i had more time to do it these days. maybe some day i will have time again. who knows. it might just be another one of those things that gets set aside until we are so old and we look back on our lives wondering why we ever stopped doing things we loved. i try to keep active at least with things like this prompt project, to make sure that i am spending a bit of dedicated time every day on something just for my self. my soul. my spark.
i definitely prefer to write.