I did as a kid. I was 12. It was about 30 pages in one of those children's school tablets with the black and white speckles on the cover.
Took me three days straight starting on a Friday afternoon when I got home from school . I stayed up until about 10 o'clock on Friday night and went to bed feverishly thinking about the story. Then got up Saturday morning and resumed writing all day. The drive to write was more powerful than the need to sleep so I stayed up past midnight on Saturday night and kept writing until about 3 in the morning Sunday. Woke up Sunday at about 7 AM with the tablet next to my bed and didn't even go to the bathroom, just started writing again until I had to pee so bad I couldn't stand it. Didn't shower, barely ate. Just kept writing.
I finished the story by about 6 o'clock Sunday night. Then I finally took a shower.
That was my first all-nighter ever.
A few years later I graduated to a typewriter and then eventually a computer. But I started off writing all my stories in tablets by hand.
During my tablet-writing years I became quite a connoisseur of fine-point pens (they glide faster than medium-point and usually produce less blotches) and favored college-ruled to school-ruled (more lines per page). I also discovered spiral notebooks allowed you to tear out pages more easilly than tablets. And then eventually discovered loose-leaf notebooks allow you to edit more easilly (the pages are replaceable and moveable-aroundable).
Stacks and stacks of tablets and spiral notebooks and three-ring binders lined my bedroom. Boxes of fine-point pens (blue or black, it didn't matter at the time).
When I started using a typewriter, I had stacks and stacks of typing paper everywhere. Ribbons and (later on) cartidges and/or daisy wheels were an evil necessity. And when the computer came, boxes of disks loomed on my desk. Now adays I have a pretty compact operation with my laptop.
I kinda feel bad for grapic artists who use actual paints, inks, canvases, and poster boards. They not only need a massive work space in the form of a studio for any current project, they also need copious storage space often encompassing many rooms in the house (atic, basement, garage, etc.) for all their past canvases and portfolios. But a writer needs nothing but a laptop, some disks, and a pack of paper.
I don't think I could ever go back to using pen and paper. It's not fast enough nor is it malleable enough. If I really had to I could. But I'm spoiled by the computer.
Took me three days straight starting on a Friday afternoon when I got home from school . I stayed up until about 10 o'clock on Friday night and went to bed feverishly thinking about the story. Then got up Saturday morning and resumed writing all day. The drive to write was more powerful than the need to sleep so I stayed up past midnight on Saturday night and kept writing until about 3 in the morning Sunday. Woke up Sunday at about 7 AM with the tablet next to my bed and didn't even go to the bathroom, just started writing again until I had to pee so bad I couldn't stand it. Didn't shower, barely ate. Just kept writing.
I finished the story by about 6 o'clock Sunday night. Then I finally took a shower.
That was my first all-nighter ever.
A few years later I graduated to a typewriter and then eventually a computer. But I started off writing all my stories in tablets by hand.
During my tablet-writing years I became quite a connoisseur of fine-point pens (they glide faster than medium-point and usually produce less blotches) and favored college-ruled to school-ruled (more lines per page). I also discovered spiral notebooks allowed you to tear out pages more easilly than tablets. And then eventually discovered loose-leaf notebooks allow you to edit more easilly (the pages are replaceable and moveable-aroundable).
Stacks and stacks of tablets and spiral notebooks and three-ring binders lined my bedroom. Boxes of fine-point pens (blue or black, it didn't matter at the time).
When I started using a typewriter, I had stacks and stacks of typing paper everywhere. Ribbons and (later on) cartidges and/or daisy wheels were an evil necessity. And when the computer came, boxes of disks loomed on my desk. Now adays I have a pretty compact operation with my laptop.
I kinda feel bad for grapic artists who use actual paints, inks, canvases, and poster boards. They not only need a massive work space in the form of a studio for any current project, they also need copious storage space often encompassing many rooms in the house (atic, basement, garage, etc.) for all their past canvases and portfolios. But a writer needs nothing but a laptop, some disks, and a pack of paper.
I don't think I could ever go back to using pen and paper. It's not fast enough nor is it malleable enough. If I really had to I could. But I'm spoiled by the computer.