In a world of screens and never ending interfaces we are faced with an infinity of blank pages if we need it.
Your writing is at the top of the google doc, and below it is a sea of white pages deeper than that trench who’s name I can’t spell (Marinara? Mayo-nana? Sriracha?)
The ‘never ending blank’ offers us endless new beginnings which is awesome.
And it also offers us… endless new beginnings which is awful.
I feel I’ve just hacked the system. To edit a short video script to day, I did away with my computer entirely. I printed the draft out.
Printed.
Yes on real life paper I can write on with a pen or pencil and that the beetroot from my lunch can stain- yeah that kind of paper.
It was glorious. Suddenly I was an artist again. A worker. My thoughts had real weight in the world. My scribbled notes reflected the messy and quick thoughts in my head.
There comes a point where we need to get out of the interface of a screen and just hold the blimmin’ thing in our hands.
When in doubt, print it out.
