Ever since I was smaller than I am now, I've had trouble with notebooks. I can't get enough of them, for one. For two? I never write anything in them. Particularly the ones I like
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Just open it up and put pen to paper. A variety of things:
A: your thoughts are better than you think they are. You are not the best judge. And, the bad ones lead to good ones. Period.
B: you see it as an object... a marvelous object, something beautiful and full of mystery, of unlimited potential. Imagine finding something abandoned, damp in the woods or dust-chafed in the deserts. Would you rather encounter something pristine and untouched, without so much as a word written in it, or would you rather it were riddled with letters... things illegible and other things clear, portions with no rhyme or reason that seem to begin out of and disappear back into nothingness.
C: it's a notebook, for god's sake! Don't deprive the poor thing of its purpose, it never did anything to you!
You know I suffer the same sort of things... I guarantee you that after an initial period of hesitation, of worried-to-screw-things-up, the thing gains more value with every mark my pen makes, regardless as to what I'm writing. Find one that you've filled and flip through the pages. Don't read a word, just look at the picture it paints.
A: your thoughts are better than you think they are. You are not the best judge. And, the bad ones lead to good ones. Period.
B: you see it as an object... a marvelous object, something beautiful and full of mystery, of unlimited potential. Imagine finding something abandoned, damp in the woods or dust-chafed in the deserts. Would you rather encounter something pristine and untouched, without so much as a word written in it, or would you rather it were riddled with letters... things illegible and other things clear, portions with no rhyme or reason that seem to begin out of and disappear back into nothingness.
C: it's a notebook, for god's sake! Don't deprive the poor thing of its purpose, it never did anything to you!
You know I suffer the same sort of things... I guarantee you that after an initial period of hesitation, of worried-to-screw-things-up, the thing gains more value with every mark my pen makes, regardless as to what I'm writing. Find one that you've filled and flip through the pages. Don't read a word, just look at the picture it paints.
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