I look forward to August and ‘back to school time’ every year. Not because I have little ones driving me crazy but so I can go shopping. I don’t care to shop for shoes, clothes or jewelry. My weakness is office supplies; folders, pens, paperclips, post-its, binders, index cards and notebooks. I have a soft spot for all things office related.
When I’m having a bad day, I head to Staples and browse the aisles. I must have enough paper to last me two years or more but I can’t resist a new notebook with a cool cover.
A new notebook symbolizes a fresh start, a new chapter. The clean crisp pages call to me, enticing me to fill them up with ink.
I used to buy fancy, leather journals but the fear of making a mistake kept the pages from filling up. College ruled, wire bound notebooks work best for me. If I have to cross something out or spend some time doodling, it doesn’t bother me. When I’ve found the flow and my hand is having a hard time keeping up with my brain, I don’t have to worry about my sloppy handwriting. I can’t ruin the pages. My notebooks aren’t for perfect writing. They’re for my first thoughts. The ones I don’t want to lose.
I prefer to keep myself and my muse content, happy and excited to write. A new notebook is an easy way to keep us both on track.
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oooo. I admit it. I bought my own nifty new notebook for critiquing when I was supposed to be buying school supplies for the daughter. My paisley one is almost gone….