I love to write. I have love to write - composing words - most of my life. I'm not that great at it, but it doesn't matter. I'm probably like that one kid at the dance who is blissfully unaware of how truly bad he is at dancing, but just closes his eyes and flails about to his version of the music and loves every moment.
I'm trying to get back into writing, but I'm out of the habit so I just don't think about it most days. Need to find ways to make it a new habit.
Even more happy for me than writing, though, is WRITING, making shapes with a pen. I love to make a message beautiful. Being the daughter of a printer, I was into fonts before fonts were a thing, and I begged my dad to give me his old font books. I would pore over them for hours, like a Christmas catalog, highlighting my favorite ones. Then I would spend all my junior high spare moments in writing the name of my latest crush. Not with my name, mind you. Just his name, over and over in every typeface imaginable.
I haven't written much in the past few years, partly because I've been raising humans, and partly because the current fascination with fonts means that my handwritten scripts, once unique, are now just a messy, secondhand version of an easily accessible online font. If it's not as good, I might as well do it more formally on a computer.
As a family, we have been studying a scripture every week or so. I like to type out the scripture of the week and post it on the wall so we can read it and learn it. Unfortunately, our printer is not playing nicely with the computer. In fact, they are not on speaking terms at all. So I had to pull out a marker and scribble a sign. It's been more fun than I thought it would be. It's feeling good to get back into creating.
Now I need to find a good marker that will work every time, not just some of the time. And don't let the marker talk to the printer or neither of them will work.
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