Sometimes it's just that simple.
We've grown so used to artificialities that we forget simple yet powerful physical tools stills exist.
It happened to me today.
After a full day working on my computer—I'm a programmer so it's hard to spend time away from it—I had to write my atomic essay of the day. Number 17.
But my mind was blank.
A full day starting at a screen had taken its toll.
I felt desperate.
"I can't just quit on day 17"—I thought.
I gave myself some more time only to keep staring at a blank screen.
I decided to take a break and wandered around my living/office room.
And then I saw it.
My notebook was laying on the edge of my desk all but forgotten.
I picked it up. Scrolled through pages filled with sketches and random notes.
Suddenly I felt inspired. I grabbed a pen.
In no time the words you are reading this moment started flowing without trouble.
Mind and pen worked in unison. I watched from a distance, astonished.
Sometimes, it's really just that simple.
A change of tools. A change of perspective.
Nothing beats pen and paper when it comes to writing.