
The Notebook
Don’t get your hopes up. This is not a prompt to write about Ryan Gosling. But if you feel you absolutely must – knock yourself out. I am not in the business of holding people back! I am in the business of encouraging growth. Growth begins with a seed. A seed needs a container. The container needs to be carefully selected so it feels just right.
The Notebook.
When I was a girl and onwards into adulthood, I always had a drawer full of notebooks. With the best intentions, I would write conscientiously in any one of those said notebooks for a week. Or two. Sometimes more. And then I would drift on to a newer notebook. A cooler notebook. A prettier one. I was extremely fickle when it came to stationary. I just couldn’t commit, and that was long before the days of endlessly upgrading an i-phone.
If you are following the blog, you hopefully have already pondered on your commitments for the year. Have you committed to writing? Once a week? Twice a week? Every day? Set the bar where you can reach it, and if you haven’t yet – choose a notebook. Even if you plan to write on the computer, I urge you to choose a notebook. And stick with it. Carry it with you if you can. Tie it with a string or a ribbon or a piece of wool. Protect it. Fold images into its pages – torn scraps – words or pictures that catch you. Write in it. Doodle in it. Smell the paper. It will gradually and satisfyingly fill up. And you will grow…
Can you remember a notebook you had as a child? A diary? A journal? What did it look like? Describe the cover. Where did it come from? Was it a gift or did you choose it? What did you write in it?
If you can’t recall, write from here: “I am a notebook, open my pages and you will find…”
Write for at least ten minutes. Go…