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How I like to write my initial manuscript; pencil or keyboard?

October 10, 2017

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Word of the week: Responsibility; a) the social force that binds you to your commitments and the courses of action demanded by that force; "we must instill a sense of duty in our children. b) a form of trustworthiness; the trait of being answerable to someone for something or being responsible for one’s conduct; "he holds a position of great responsibility". c) the proper sphere or extent of your activities; "it was his part to take care of himself”. Synonyms: moral obligation, prerequisite, requirement, accountability, answer-ability, dependability.

 

As I was growing up my Grandad Arthur, would get me to draw and write with a pencil. He would read the newspaper at the kitchen table while Grandma Muriel baked something wonderful and I sat out on the built-in veranda doing my best replicating pictures from books and birthday cards, ready to show them off to Grandad. Oh yes he did critic them, I don’t recall hearing a flat out ‘That’s Great’, his critique was so much more subtle, just a nod or on a few occasions he would comment on how much better I was getting at replicating the lines and dimensions.

 

 

 

Grandad’s writing desk was also out on the veranda along with his afternoon nap bed. It looked out over the large backyard, home to a big Mango tree, Macadamia Nut Tree and Poinciana Tree. On Grandads desk were always sketches of stick-figures performing some sort of athletic action, loads of hand-written notes, text books and a typewriter.

 

The typewriter was never my thing, I don’t even remember having the slightest interest using in it; I like to write, I even have the callus on my finger to prove it today. The flow of thought from pencil to paper is therapeutic. Once I reached high school the typewriter even had its own 40 minute class, much to my dismay, mainly because I knew I couldn’t cheat off anyone in a test (not that I would bother doing that) as the teacher strode throughout the class supervising. My stubby little fingers plugged away as best they could with no rhythm and mostly just using two fingers, very slowly. I didn’t understand my friends love for it, how impersonal, I can’t add my own artistic flair to my words!

 

 

In Grade Nine it got worse, the computer lab was established. There was not a piece of paper spouting out the end of a typewriter, instead in front of me there was a huge screen with a keyboard, green or orange digital font that appeared as you typed on a black background. Who would have thought this thing with keys to tap would have evolved into a PC? I was not impressed. This class was bane of my existence! I don’t know how I passed these classes in high school or university for that matter (luckily some lecturers let me hand in hand written assignments, all 4000 words and more!).

 

It’s taken the best part of more than 25 years avoiding these boxes that irritate my eyes and showcase my poor finger co-ordination. Although, I have to admit there are some amazing uses for a computer, contacting friends and family, organising travel plans, storing photos and writing a book! Although all the notes I take for my book writing IS HAND WRITTEN, generally in pencil on an A4 art pad with terrible stick-dog sketchers, I slowly but surely type it all down so I am able to share some insights into my life with you and how I came about writing a children’s book for everyone to see!

 

What has influenced your methods of expression and communication?

 

 

Thank you for reading, Join me next time,

 

xox Bec Mc

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