I remember my father and mother bemoaning the paper bill when they had the bakery. Paper bags galore, cardboard boxes. Paper. Doiles, under each cake.
Photographic paper is kind of magical. How it has to be developed in the dark, preserving its light. The way it becomes a picture while bathing in water. I still have a few sheets of 8x10's in some dark corner of my bedroom.
My friend is probably writing about papers she paints upon, no doubt more interesting than typing paper.
I admire handmade papers. Something I've always thought of trying to do, but haven't yet. It would be nice to make my own paper lantern.
Paper gowns at the drs office. Cruel.
My I Ching book (Wilhelm ed.) covered with handmade paper
*A free-write is a type of automatic writing, where you just go with your stream of consciousness non-stop. There's no thought to spelling or grammar, and no editing of words. Supposedly this opens the mind up to greater creativity. They can be 5, 10 or 20 minutes long. Suggestions for freewrites are always welcome. Visit Evie, with whom I freewrite, at the space between colors.