I am a Scribbler
I envision sophisticated writers sitting in front of their stylish computers pouring their thoughts out through click, clickity, click fingers, steadily creating word images on a screen – neat, tidy, legible. I, on the other hand, scribble. A pen, a tattered journal, a scrawl that only I can decipher. Cross-outs, arrows, additional thoughts in the margin – a plate of spaghetti thrown on the page. Old school I am sure, but for me effective. I don’t need electricity; I don’t have to worry about low batteries. I just need a piece of paper and a pen. Yes, I am a scribbler. I scribble till my heart is content, then, if I think someone might enjoy my thoughts, I bow to technology and type it in – neat, tidy, legible, and complete with spell check!