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I’m sure it’s going to confuse the keyword searches, but the hand-writing in the title there refers to the act of writing by hand, not to penmanship.

(If penmanship were the topic, this would be a short post. Mine is execrable, and there’s very little else to say on the subject.)

Writing by hand, on the other (heh) hand, is something I do well, at least in terms of generating content. Being able to read and accurately transcribe it later is, admittedly, a problem.

pen-and-letter

For several years I composed the better part of my writing during slow days at work. Taking stock was a small but vital part of the job that required a clipboard and lots of scribbling, and it was easy to get it over with quickly and keep on scribbling, which ended up being very productive for me. (Though not, admittedly, very productive for my employers. It’s a good thing I’m fully self-employed these days.)

That produced an endless stream of legal paper covered in drafts of whatever I happened to be writing, some of which I still have littering my desk drawers.

All well and good. But, as I realized this week during some travels away from my computer, it becomes a bit more nerve-wracking when you’re writing porn!

I don’t actually mind being known as someone that writes porn (it makes for good cocktail conversation, even), but I still prefer to mention it on my terms. The fear of letting a sheet of looseleaf slip and flutter, throbbing-member-paragraph-up, into some little old lady’s lap at the coffee shop was a bit paralyzing.

Looking over the writing I managed to grind out has been an exercise in seeing how much of a difference that nervousness makes. I can’t yet judge whether it made my writing more sexy, or less.

I do know that I enjoyed the physical feeling of hand-writing, however, which is something I do far less of now that I work from home and always have a computer right there when I want it.

But I suppose that stands to reason. Writing porn really should involve repetitive up-and-down motion of the wrist, don’t you think?