notebooks, or, why i am boring
On my wandering around Ye Olde England I picked up a new notebook. It's gorgeous, covered in images of black and white flowers inlayed with silver. I have two main notebooks now. I'm going to use the silvery one as my diary and general notetaking book - because, frankly, every diary I've ever had has eventually turned into a story planner. The other notebook is plain black, slim with lined pages. It isn't beautiful like the other one, but it's my perfect kind of notebook. I use it to write my stories. Well, one story. It's all my own, not a fanfic, and I haven't worked on it for months. But now school has ended my creativity has started to creep back and wow, it is so totally awesome to enjoy writing again.
The best thing about notebooks is my inability to edit what I write in them. Sure, I can cross things out, but I can't delete whole paragraphs and pages, rewrite that misspelled word, stop midpage in horror because omg I suck at writing. Notebooks take away the fear. That's why I ♥ them.
The best thing about notebooks is my inability to edit what I write in them. Sure, I can cross things out, but I can't delete whole paragraphs and pages, rewrite that misspelled word, stop midpage in horror because omg I suck at writing. Notebooks take away the fear. That's why I ♥ them.