Well, folks, it’s been an embarrassing week. Promise you won’t tell anyone?
I, um, well… I’ve bought two new notebooks THIS WEEK alone.
There, I’ve said it. Feels so good to get that off my chest.
The first one was on clearance and has a really nice cover that’s just begging for a Cricut vinyl design (if only I could decide on one). It’s dot grid inside (yay, dot grid!). I wasn’t even looking for it. I might not even keep it. I might just decorate the cover and gift it…
The second one was a little more… intentional?
See, I heard about these things called Traveler’s Notebooks. And let’s just say I’m a sucker for leathery, papery paper goods. Always have been. And it was a super good deal on Amazon. (Like, under $10 for the whole kit and caboodle.) At that price it doesn’t hurt to give something a shot, right? Right.
But I still kind of feel guilty. Deep down I know I’m a notebook hoarder and that it makes no sense because I don’t have time for journalling at this juncture in my life, and because I don’t even do my story writing by hand. But I just love them, you know?
I think it’s okay for writers to be notebook collectors.
(Like how I changed it from “hoarder” to “collector”?)
Why do I think it’s okay?
Because blank notebooks are inspiring. Pages need to be filled and there’s sometimes nothing more inspiring. Because they encourage more words—always a good thing. Because notebooks make the act of writing stories (or the notes for them) so much more beautiful and organized. Because they’re one of the less expensive things one could collect (okay, some of those Traveler’s Notebooks get to be pretty pricey). Because they make a great gift stash.
Because—well—notebooks are just awesome.
Do you have a thing for notebooks? Tell me I’m in good company!
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