You have to be a little scared when your best friend gives you a pocket notebook for your musings.
One: because notes and musings are best written on recyclable envelopes so that no one close to you has any idea that you are serious – or pretentious enough to have the offending supply.
Two: You might make mistakes. A commitment to a notebook is permanent and can’t be shredded – lost, misplaced, gathering dust, but not whizzed out of existence.
I have another new one, bought for me at NYMOMA as I returned from the RWA conference in Orlando. My previous notebook was bought for me in Italy. Both are beautiful. I carry them with me daily.
I always feel weak in the knees about spoiling a beautiful, crafted notebook with scribblings. My handwriting has been cramped and distorted by use of the keyboard.
Do you have a special aversion or passion for a method of collecting your thoughts?