The end of an era.
Seven years, five months, two wees and five days, thereabouts - or however long it takes to get from October 9, 2007 to March 28, 2015. That's how long it took for me to get to the end of my old writing notebook. From college and grad school classrooms to coffee shops across the country to dorms and apartments to airplanes and bedrooms, it followed me just about everywhere. I got it at a Papyrus outlet in San Francisco because it had the best lined pages of the notebooks available, and began using it to unclog and refocus my ideas by writing them out longhand. Fic, class assignments, even a few original ideas. I'd set the time aside for them, pull out the pen and get to writing.
Works every time.
I'd been waiting for today for a while, and was prepared for it, because years ago I got another, similar notebook at a bookstore in my hometown. Not the same model, but close enough for my purposes. As soon as I was done with the first notebook, I closed it, set it aside, and pulled out the next one and began again.
Works every time.
I'd been waiting for today for a while, and was prepared for it, because years ago I got another, similar notebook at a bookstore in my hometown. Not the same model, but close enough for my purposes. As soon as I was done with the first notebook, I closed it, set it aside, and pulled out the next one and began again.
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