Of the many things I am grateful for, in living in the time that I do, the ready availability of paper is not one that occurs to me as often as it should. I mean, I go through a LOT of paper and a lot of that paper is essentially wasted. Part of my writing practice is to just vomit ink on the page for a bit before settling in to write the thing I came for. Part of the reason I am able to achieve a certain amount of prolific-ness (prolifity?) is that I am able to be “wasteful” with paper. If I had to be sure each word I wrote was worth it, there would be a considerable chill on my creativity. I notice it even if I’m running low on paper in a temporary way. If I had to write on parchment, I might never finish anything.