On notebooks, again

This year I was supposed to fill a notebook after a notebook. I was supposed to write everything down, make the pages thick with ink. It's august an my journal isn't even half full. Other notebooks have more blank pages than the ones written on too. Why is it so difficult for me to write … Continue reading On notebooks, again

Learning to keep a notebook

I always wanted to be a notebook keeper, to write everything down, to be this person who records everything, every thought, every idea, every observation. I wanted to fill pages after pages, notebooks after notebooks. I wanted to have something to look through when I feel stuck. To have something to browse through when looking … Continue reading Learning to keep a notebook