I was born to write. No, not books. Like many, I’ve toyed with the idea and I have notebooks/journals cradling long-forgotten stories and computer files bearing imagined titles. I admit it though, I don’t have the discipline for the long road of writing a book. A collection of very short stories might be a better fit.
Anyway, books and stories aside, I’m a writer at heart, if only for the fact that I write stuff all the time, every day. Apart for regular journaling, I write to do lists, shopping lists, vacation packing lists, meal plans, quotes, you know, just the ordinary (and not so ordinary) everyday life stuff.
I think – I write. I see – I write. I feel – I write. Maybe I should add, I breathe – I write.
As an avid journaler for many years, I always had a special journal for depositing my thoughts, feelings and ideas and so on. Everything else went into other notebooks/journals and I’d be using several at a time – each for a particular topic, project, etc. . When I bought my first TN, it was difficult getting used to housing everything under one roof – so to speak. Nevertheless, I stuck with it and now I’m comfortable having one place to write it all down.
I bought a new travelers notebook recently (love the olive green colour) and I put in four inserts: a weekly planner, a lined journal, a watercolour sketchbook and an envelope. I plan to include a zippered pocket. It has everything I need, whether I am at home, planning meals, journaling, running errands, planning for vacation, on vacation, at the doctor/dentist, church, shopping, everything and everywhere.
As I closed my TN this morning and was about to set it aside, Rita, my muse, whispered, “Sketch your TN?” So I did.
The leather is very soft very susceptible to the rigors of daily handling. At just about two-months in use and it already looks as if it has been on duty for a year and I like that.