I have only recently understood that the reason I do this, is because the most important thing for me at the end of the day IS the complete story... It IS the sketchbook/notebook/journal that houses the work that I do that matters to me. I derive so much pleasure from these houses... containers of all that I have learned and experienced during this time. And as a writer, editor and past publisher of others work, the love of the published page still burns strong within me... for it is truly where I belong.
(1) some scrap paper (or rough sketchbook) to let rip within, and sketch/notetake to my heart's content...
(2) a small portable sketchbook to have by my side at all times, of the same calibre and for the same purpose...
(3) a journal/sketchbook that RECORDS my journey through all this year in which I can glue pages from (1) and (2) if I want, as I go...
(4) possibly a lined notebook if I decide to write stories by hand...
I piled up a variety of sketchbooks
that I had on hand... and suddenly it all came together! Carefully,
checking to make sure, I lined them all up again. I grabbed some more
from my bookcase. Great paper, lined paper, large, small and smaller,
sketching paper, watercolour paper... it was all there. And the spirals
ALL LINED UP!
NOW I can get to work!
(anyone else notice the little guys at the bottom of this photo?
I'm thinking they could be sketchbooks fairies...)
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