Superman says he feels settled in at the academy. Things are evening out and falling into a regular schedule. He's even enjoying it. Perchance he was made for the job?
While at work I normally am in possession of a brick of Post-It notes on which to scribble various bits of info that I need to remember or record. I listen to my iPod for most of the work day and I'll run across things that are blog-worthy, that I want to research more, that I want to write about, that I want to tell so-and-so about, etc.. Each time that happens I scribble an abbreviated version on a Post-It note and transfer the note into a different pocket on my scrubs - my 'take home' pocket. From there they go into my purse. My purse has a carpet of Post-It notes littering it's bottom and you'll notice that not very many blog posts have resulted.
Today I began carrying a small spiral-bound notebook instead and boy does it work much better! Everything is entered chronologically so everything stays in order and there are no sticky backs to deal with. I like it.
I'm trying to figure out what this says about myself, this need to carry paper and pen with me. I wouldn't classify myself as 'writer' because I don't take it seriously at all. Perhaps a documenter? This would fit with my interest in taking pictures. You won't find me spending hours carefully crafting an essay or article, especially now that I'm a mother. I spend very little time considering how to improve my writing. I don't care about spelling or grammar; if I don't have time to make something sound "just right" well then it won't sound "just right" - it's more important that the words make it to the page (screen.) I can't go very long without writing in some form. Sometimes as I'm falling asleep or completely out of the blue a particular arrangement of words will come to me, or the perfect beginning of a real-life story and I have to turn on the light and write it down before I lose it. I guess I'm just a half-hearted writer. I have never had any desire to write a book or even an article for any sort of publication. I have no idea why I write or what drives me to do it. I just do. And today, I was feeling smug and content with a neat and clean spiral notebook, just waiting to be filled. I'm already five pages in.