I used to hand write everything. I loved writing. I would write long (long) letters to friends and family. And I loved my handwriting.
I was scolded in school because I hold my pen the “wrong” way. When I write (I am right-handed), I hold the pen with the thumb underneath (as does everyone) but then I rest the pen against my ring finger and hold it in place with the index and “fuck-you” finger (rather than resting the pen against my fuck-you finger and holding it in place with just the index finger).
The way I hold a pen (or pencil, or crayon for that matter) gives me more control. I “draw” the letters more than I “write” them. Teachers didn’t like how I held my writing tool but they couldn’t argue with the great results!
When I was a wee child, I would take my mom’s shorthand pads, which were all in pencil, and trace over the characters with a pen. I would do this for hours.
No, I don’t know why. Clearly, I was an odd child, which probably explains a good deal about my later adventures.
Anyhow. I learned to type when I was in about 5th or 6th grade. But my preferred method of communicating was still pen to paper.
I would still be handwriting everything except for the advent of the personal computer.
Typing was suddenly much easier (when you type as fast as I do, even electronic typewriters can have trouble keeping up and will skip and stutter on you). Even better, it was much easier to make corrections and edit.
Now I seldom hand write anything. It’s just too slow. And painful.
I don’t know if it’s old age or disuse (or, more likely, both – oh and I now have fingernails since gabapentin made me stop biting them off – fingernails are hell on handwriting!), but I can’t write for long periods of time like I used to.
Even my printing has deteriorated. When I filled out forms by hand, I would always get complimented on my beautiful printing. No more.
I do hand write lines when I am first memorizing them. For me, it’s the best way to get them to stick in my punkin’ head. But once I have them kind-of-memorized, it’s time to switch to the computer so I can pick up speed in pulling them out of my (punkin’) head.
Such is life.