In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Pens and Pencils.”
At 4:16 a.m., the radio seemed the best idea as I wasn’t getting any sleep. On came a talk show host soon interrupted by news from Europe – on the spot news. People talking and worried news. From along side the bed, I reached for the black patterned clipboard and from the drawer in the nightstand, I grabbed a pencil. Somehow, old friends do not go away. During the day, it’s the computer. But, night is special. My pillows and bed sheets welcomed a clipboard and pencil as more like themselves – not as new technology, but from a long ago time. The friends that fit with the night.
Three pages of pencil writing poured out over the next two hours. Pencil erasings were carefully dumped over the edge of the bed for later vacuuming. Ideas flew. Why were the Chinese loaning us so much money? What was with the terror in Europe, and why was our government taking so little interest? My yellow pencil wore down as it happily recorded my thoughts.
For me, a laptop would have demanded that my writing connect with the world. My pencil connected me only to my thoughts. My pencil is my forever friend, indeed.