Doing it Old School

I've mentioned before (I think) that I have no idea why I have the urge to write, but there it is. I've tried forcing myself to write and I've tried just letting it happen. One has made me resent my desire to write, and the other has come to nothing. Interestingly, there's been a common denominator since I started writing again: it's all been done on a computer. I don't know why that would have anything to do with my desire to write, but I'm thinking of experimenting with the idea. So I've dug out my old notebook full of my horrible poetry and my old notebook barely scribbled in with scene and plot ideas. I plan on taking time to sit down with one or the other and just write. I have a lot of both my best and worst memories writing in those books. But in spite of the memory, I can say without equivocation that I felt creative and that I was actually doing something meaningful. Meaningful to me, if no one else. So it's pen and paper from now on. Not saying I'm gonna stop blogging, but I just won't force myself to do it like I have in the past. I will, however, post most if not all of the results of this experiment if for no other purpose than posterity.