One dilemma ends and another dawns.

I don’t mind typing, considering that it does get easier and speedier, and also, sometimes it is way better for your lazy ass for its sole purpose of auto-correct. So, as soon as I had my laptop, I have been fluent with computers and typing. And I truly don’t mind adapting to this, as I have a problem between the kindle and the paperbacks. But honestly, there are times when I don’t have my laptop with myself, or I am just lazy enough to open it and do the necessary, or better still, I am nuzzled up under the sheets in the middle of the night and I want to write. At times like these, I love; I repeat I love my journal. I just happen to open it and scribble whatever, useless but considered by me, a piece of art that came to my mind. And this has been good, so far. But now after months of doing this (as I am determined to writing something at least everyday, presumably a poem) I have filled up more journals than e-files.

Now, it is easier, without the temptation of Google help, translations and a thesaurus, the art that I consider it to be, is purely original. However, the problem with this is, if at all I have any hope of publishing it, I have to have them as a soft copy. So, then comes the arduous task of typing it all over again. And f I have to do so this in the end, then why not do it in the first place itself, and I will be technically not wasting paper, pens and will be saving a lot of time instead.

Some might give me the solution of writing it in my phone at the times when I can’t really go to my laptop and then sync it with my laptop and then the next time I open it, I can save the file…. But you forget the aforementioned fact about me being a “lazy-ass”. This is just too much work for me. And if I keep doing what I am doing I might end with more notebooks by the end of the year, than I might have ever filled. Or there is another scenario, where I could simply write a small note and then open the laptop some other time and write my poetry then. But I am a 100% sure that by then I will have forgotten my very own thought.

Wow! Even with writing I am powerful enough to find dilemmas, or do the find me wherever I go? Who could tell? I am sure these ‘problems’ are secretively in love with me!! Do tell me if they let you know about their crush on me.

Also, share your thoughts on this writing-typing dilemma, if at all you face them. Or, is it just me who is old fashioned enough in even keeping a journal?