Notebooks
Every
January, a sister of mine (who works in a printing press) would bring home
complimentary copies of things they had printed: calendars, diaries, planners,
notebooks, you know, the kinds you buy whenever the year changes, so you could
organize and fix your life. Just a few hours ago, she handed me some of these. They
are mostly of high quality. Sometimes, she’d bring home quite a lot that we’d
give away some of them, and the ones we kept, we would sometimes still not be
able to use all of them.
I still
have some planners here that dates back to 2023 and 2024. I don’t plan my life
so I don’t use them. LOL. I also still have a few unused notebooks.
But years
ago, I would often go to malls to buy a notebook, sometimes, I’d
buy two, as I used it to store my story ideas or premises or even anecdotes. During
the times when I was really active writing, I would always place a notebook
(and a pen) beside me because ideas didn’t keep a schedule when it entered your
mind. Often, it’d arrive during unexpected moments, like when you were taking a
shower or was about to fall asleep, so I always kept a notebook (and a pen) on
my bedside table. I couldn’t bring a notebook inside the bathroom, so I’d just
rush out of the bathroom, oftentimes naked, whenever an idea crept into my head
while taking a shower. Lol.
And when an
idea enters my mind, I just forget everything and try to develop it at once.
And sometimes—wait, I just thought of a plot and—where’s a notebook—
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