My notebook is rarely far from me. Even now, as I am typing up this post, my current notebook is sitting not three inches away from my knee.
I filled up another one about three weeks ago. I'd only been using it since September/October, and it was quite a large one too, roughly 8 1/2" x 11".
It holds everything from chapters of my current manuscript to to-do lists, poems, brainstorms for school papers and essays, and a plethora of notes for a rather daunting paper I'm hoping to soon write.
It is chocolate brown and blue. My new one, a gift from one of my lovely grandmothers, has an old-fashioned atlas on the cover. It is so neat! The size is nicer too. Much smaller and easier to fit into normal-sized purses...because, well, I take it everywhere. You never know when inspiration is going to strike, when you can snatch a few odd moments to work on your current chapter, or when you're going to need to write down a note-to-self, right?
Since 2009 I've filled up five notebooks! That's 500 pages--more, since I often write on both sides of the page.
Keeping a notebook has been a great thing for me. For some reason, I brainstorm better when I'm using a notebook.
Like I told my critique-group, "My brain works better on paper." Yes. I actually said that. And ever since, it has been a running joke between us. Just imagine squishy grey matter all over a notebook.....yeah.
Ahem. Back on track. I think it must be something about the kinesthetics of using a pen. Or maybe it's because if I don't like a word or a paragraph, I can't just hit "Backspace" and forget all about it. Even if I cross it out, it's still there. It makes me think more slowly. And focus more.
While I definetly prefer a computer for the actual writing process, my notebook is invaluble. I hate going anywhere without it (honestly. I really do. It's kind of pathetic).
I wonder how long it is going to take me to fill up my current notebook...