June 21, 2011 § Leave a comment
Life is a series of moments, one bleeding into the next, mostly unnoticed. Time speeds up, slows down, sometimes both all at once. Time isn’t constant. It seems to change according to the moment, adjusting to the moment, flexible one minute and rigid the next.
I’ve been working on a writing project for a few weeks now. Time has stood still during the moments when I am at a loss for the next word, and yet it has ruthlessly sped by most days with little to show on the written page.
So far I’ve extensively explored my obsession with index cards and fountain pens. I am completely obsessed with index cards. Also discovered that they come in multiple colors! Where have I been all these years? So now, I can color code all my notes. One color for plot, one color for characters, one for setting, one for literary devices…… I know, very exciting stuff.
With all the OCD jokes aside, index cards can be increcibly usefeul tools. Jot down ideas, thoughts, plans, points of reference, whatever, and they can be easily tossed when proven useless or rearranged to plot out an intricate project. They can be used to plan a special event, with various aspects of the planning process organized, or to organize the diffferent points of research within a thesis paper. I’ve been obsessed with index cards for years. At least they are cheap and easy to come by.
Yep, a life organized by index cards. Or rather, organized by color coded index cards.