The Lost Art of Writing (You know by hand)

Yesterday, I wrote by hand about a page on regular old paper. A little while later, I started complaining that my hand was hurting. I thought that perhaps because it was raining that it was aching from the change in weather (which sometimes happens). But then I thought about it for a minute and realized it was because I had hand written that page today. I mentioned it to the hubby and he asked me when the last time I had written anything that long was. I really had to think and I couldn't remember the last time I had written a full page of handwriting.

Isn't that sad?? Everything I do is on the computer. I used to keep a handwritten journal and this blog has overtaken even that. I still write little to-do lists or I write down notes from a phone call but never is it a very substantial amount of writing.

So I am rallying around the lost form of art, handwriting. People used to write with a feather quill and ink and have you ever seen any of their writing? It was so gorgeous and neat. I find that my handwriting gets sloppier the more I don't use it. My 3-year-old son knows where the first letter of his name is on the computer but he can't write it yet. I really wonder when they teach typing in school now? I took it in junior high school and I bet if I asked my parents, I doubt they took it. Maybe they don't even teach it anymore because kids now learn it quite quickly with their text messages on their cell phones.

So I am going to handwrite another page today and another tomorrow until my hand stops hurting. I think it's a shame that I can't even write 1 page without feeling my unused muscles hurting.