Feb 26 2008
I love spiral notebooks. College ruled, please.
I’ve had this one for years. Mead Five Star, with pockets and a sturdy cover to keep it from falling apart. This is where many of my ideas have lived since I picked it up. The entire first section is dedicated to my Great Fantasy Novel. The rest of it is dedicated to my millions of story notes.
I finally had to move just plain ideas to another little notebook. It’s just a list of ideas, set-ups, concepts, titles, whatnot. A place to put quick notes. It is not my Great Big Notebook of Everything, where I have doodles, full outlines, partial outlines, character explorations, everything in the world that is worth writing down (and some things that aren’t).
I organize my thoughts with colored paper clips. This way, I know where there’s still space to write and outline, and I can flip to ideas quickly.
Today, my notebook filled up.
I was looking for space to outline my Christmas story submission for Cobblestone, and then I realized that there is no space. The only blank pages in the book are reserved to continue other outlines (for Kingbreaker and Miss Spelled), or are in the Great Fantasy Novel section. I have no more room to write.
This is, of course, cause for panic and mourning. My notebook is full! My faithful, trusty sidekick! It’s full! I have other notebooks, but I cheaped out on them. They’re skinny one-subject things. They’re not like my notebook with its clips and ratty pages and random notes on fishtank design.
Now I have to decide if I want to just use the cheap ones I have, or if I’m going to slink off to OfficeMax and buy myself a new, nice notebook to write in. I should use the ones I have. I really should. I shouldn’t give them to the kids to write in, then go buy myself another Great Big Notebook of Everything. I shouldn’t do that. Not at all.
I do not have a notebook addiction. I can stop anytime I want to.
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