Not Quite Paperless
I honestly can’t remember the last time I used pen and paper in my writing process. If I had to guess, I’d say it was probably 1997(ish) when I was working on a spec script for Star Trek: Voyager, and that was somewhere around Favorite Son. Stop laughing, Paramount was impressed, and almost bought it.
But I digress.
I guess there just came a point where using a computer and keeping everything in an insanely complicated series of nested folders made more sense. I was paperless, and once I developed a backup system that would impress the CIA, I never had to worry about misplacing a hastily scribbled note.
This was all before I tried to write a novel. There’s something simple and straightforward about a screenplay. You just plow through it until you get everything worked out and in its proper place. A novel is slightly more complicated. No, check that, it’s much more complicated, and there came a point yesterday when I realized the only way I hope could wrangle it was to return to the papered world.
So, I went out and bought a printer, paper, a binder, ruled notebook paper, red ink pens, tabbed separators, and a fresh pack of post-it notes.
Something tells me Ed Begley Jr. would not be pleased.
