Handwriting fiction is so strangely fluid compared to typing. I hate that I need to relearn this every few years.
Slow as syrup but always moving pleasantly, discardably forward. Unlike the bursty, halting, redo-regret of the ‘faster way’.
Handwriting fiction is so strangely fluid compared to typing. I hate that I need to relearn this every few years.
Slow as syrup but always moving pleasantly, discardably forward. Unlike the bursty, halting, redo-regret of the ‘faster way’.