Just a small display of notebooks I have in my possession. Some of these were handmade for me; some were gifts and most were covet-buys – including the Collins A5 I am currently using for the first draft of my latest novel.
I have trunk loads. I do ask myself if I ‘need’ another and am sometimes able to answer ‘no’. Peri (see comments to previous post) says it’s covetousness and I have to agree. I also think it’s part of the “intention of writing” or perhaps the “cosmetics of being a writer”. Jeff (response to Notes in Notebooks below) collects scraps of paper and mulch! Is this the ‘John Lennon Method’?
Once, I made the mistake of mixing media. My notepad draft ended on page 284 and picked up again on page 341. What happened to the missing 57 pages? Frantic searching of every notepad, scrap, folder, “please not the shredder”, stacks of loose sheets in the letter tray – nothing. I could remember having written those pages. I could remember the scenes I described. After many wasted hours of “did I leave it on the train?”, I remembered.
I had created a folder for the novel on my computer and wrote those words directly into a file titled ‘Final’ – not 57 pages worth, a mere 1800 words and not the final chapter by a long way.