I have started more notebooks than I can remember. I still find them mixed in with the books, ten or so pages filled and the rest blank, doomed to a life — my lifetime — of serving as transoms thru which, if you stand on a chair, an animated gif’s worth of my life can be seen. At some point, I’ll have to give some thought to why I must start with a fresh notebook, and put even more introspective effort toward why I abandon them so quickly… Someday I should tear out and file away only the filled pages from each, but there is a sanctity to bound writing, even if it is my 14-year-old own.
Still, there is something alluring about a blank book. Something that makes me grab a pen and think — obsessively — about what to write. I covered this predilection here, in what shall now be referred to as the JustKristin Back Issues. I did, over the course of 10 years, do a lot better with that blog than I ever had with any notebook, perhaps because, while it had initially been empty, it was never really not complete, having no pages to sit unused.
Despite a general desire to do so, over the past three or four years, I have all bu stopped writing. This makes me sad. I’ve decided, however, that this dry spell was not caused by a lack of inspiration or ability, but by the misplaced belief that I needn’t bother. I have, therefore, emptied this “notebook”, in the hope that its newly-pristine state would goad me into wanting to fill it with words. Something about the way my mind works will not let a hole sit empty, but forces me to fill it (tho often with the worst possible stuff). Hopefully what I put in here will not be too bad. Here we go.
I need to write again, too. I have lots of mostly blank journals. I think for me it’s been the distraction of twitter, FB, G+, Tumblr, Reader, etc… too much to read and not enough motivation to simply write.
Looking forward to you writing more here!