Today’s post is about something that has been playing on my distracted mind today. Distracted as in I have a severe case of the post-holiday blues and I mean severe. Going from 28 degree gloriousness to drizzly, grey crap is hard going!
Anyway…the title obsessional confessional comes from a problem I feel I must get off my chest. Deep breaths, here goes. My name is Amy Keen and I am a notebook-a-holic. And no, techie generation, not the computerised kind. The beautiful, crisp page turny kind that come in all manner of shapes and sizes.
I think I have been in denial for some time…but it has been brought to my attention that I collect an absurd amount of notebooks, many of which have not even been used. I don’t know what it is exactly but the smell of a new notebook, the anticipation of a crisp, clean page that begs to be filled with thoughts is just super exciting to me. I have owned and filled many a notebook in my time; there’s shopping list ones, work ones, financy boring ones and then there is my favourite of all, the creative one.
My current obsession is my ‘Gorguss little everything book’ from Santoro which has the most beautiful illustrations through it and combines all types of paper with lovely dividers, a concertina folder and is just generally the stuff of dreams if you adore stationery the way I do. It is even more fabulous now I have made it the birth place of all the ideas for book two in the Foresight series; Ashes. It is already brimming with exciting plot twists, locations and new characters so I get a bit giddy just picking it up.
So, there. I said it. I love notebooks and I am proud. I think that is enough for one night; maybe I’ll save the rest for another time…I have a notebook to fill!