|Meet my newest writing notebook.|
The ironic thing about this notebook is that the more I use it, the more it seems to decompose (the irony here is that this is called a "decomposition notebook") (it's decomposition because it's made of recycling materials).
This is one of the first notebooks I will be finishing. I am halfway through it and aside from many of my cryptic, serial killer style handwritten scribbles of ideas, poems, half started stories, is a short-ish story that I am on my way to finishing.
I feel like it's a sign of maturity (and also a sign of my dwindling bank account) that I am finishing this notebook. Most I get about 25% through my notebooks and think of a reason why I need a new one (this is my notebook hoarding self) (I have many unfinished notebooks I'd like to get through one day).
Yes, it's getting a little ratty looking and I'm looking more and more "bus person" like these days when I drag it out, but actually...I'm quite proud of myself. If I manage to finish this notebook AND this story that I am writing in it?
Well, that would be pretty cool. And then I would have earned my new notebook as a well-deserved reward (hey, we all need something to strive for, right?)