Well, friends, Rocketbook products have become part of my writing tool arsenal. Every day, the Cloud Cards are in use. Great for notes, lists, the whatnots.
My Rocketbook Flip (executive size) has been good for tracking the ins and outs of health insurance, taking feedback on stories, writing down workshop notes, and drafting a flash story (under a thousand words). I don’t use the Flip as often as the cards, but the Flip’s a keeper.
I love, love, love having writing paper that isn’t destined for landfill after one use. The writing “experience” is so-so because I’m conditioned to the glory of a fountain pen and good paper as tools. There remains a disposable element using Rocketbooks because of the Pilot Frixion refills.
Rather than use an utterly throwaway pen, I’m using a Pilot Frixion Clicker that can be refilled. BTW, the Frixion refills will work in almost any Pilot refillable gel/ballpoint pen. Except for erasable ink, the Frixion clicker isn’t that different from the Pilot G-2 in one’s hand, IMHO.
My hand prefers a thicker pen to write with. Perhaps a Pilot Metropolitan is in my future. Dunno. The Frixion Clicker suffices.
The OCR element of Rocketbook is not as much of a draw as I thought it would be. When keeping a record of something seems necessary, I do like scanning the cards or the Flip. The OCR works fine for haiku, short notes of neatified scrawl, but any longer prose in my carefree handwriting isn’t fit for translation.
In the meantime, I’ve started drafting a new novel, writing by hand using Rhodia’s #18 top wire-bound notepads and, this week, the Edison Huron. After an eon of rewriting and editing the first novel on my computer, it feels good to be seriously putting pen to paper again.
Writing with pen and paper—
signals to your mind, We are now going somewhere else, tapping into another part of the heart/mind.—Natalie Goldberg
Since finishing the novel, I’ve temporarily moved away from reading scads of nonfiction and poetry and back into reading fiction.
I became completely overwhelmed about where to start as there were so many books I wanted to read. Finally, I put fifty titles in a box. The title drawn from the box is the book that gets read next. What a relief. The box is an endless source of titles as books get recommended, or I read about a new intriguing release.
I guess there are never enough books. ―John Steinbeck
The first book pulled was Glendy Vanderah’s The Light through the Leaves. It was quite a devasting look at grief and its impact on a family and even one’s identity. The book offers a rather hopeful reconciliation at the end.
So far, so good with this “pull a title from the box” system. Although I’ll take a break for my birthday this month to devour Louise Penny’s latest Gamache mystery, The Madness of Crowds.
Mostly I read to explore worlds different than my own. But sometimes I read for comfort, and mysteries tend to be those books. Usually, a mystery comes to a neat or logical conclusion… so unlike life, ay?
How are you all coping?
Take good care, stay kind and curious, my friends. Thanks for reading.
See you anon,
The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story. —Ursula K. Le Guin