I adore my computers, both the desktop and my laptop. I am addicted to the internet, love the ease I can find things with Google, use email for most of my writing communication, tell other writers about the joy of working with Scrivener, and am deeply contented writing at the keyboard.
But a notebook holds a certain wonder, too. I have learned to write in notebooks in waiting rooms, in hotel lobbies, at airports, leaning against a tree on a mountainside, in libraries and coffee shops, in my garden, and at the park. It’s freed me up to handle errands more easily, and to travel without losing all my writing time.
I’ve discovered I can write surrounded by noise, a great surprise for someone who loves solitude. There’s something about the muttering in a coffee shop that’s really good for writing. And I’ve discovered sometimes I write really well, or dive into topics I wouldn’t write about otherwise, sitting with a notebook in an odd location.
And, perhaps because of this, I’m always running out of notebooks. Not the lovely journals people give me that I never use, because they intimidate me, but the coil-bound school notebooks I can scribble in. I can simply write, in my notebooks. I need some new ones, and I’m struggling to find what I like. Too many are fancy – a fancy notebook demands fancy writing. I want a notebook that can take anything I fling at it.
Maureen
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