Part of it is my fault. I’m irresistibly drawn to thick, creamy paper that oozes class–or an overly romantic desire to return to an age where quills and inkpots were the norm. (Take your pick.) I don’t care so much for what the notebook looks like, but if it produces a Hollywood-style sound of a pen on paper when I use my fountain pen, and holds the ink without running… I’m head-over-heels in love. (Don’t get me started on my other love of inky pens.)
So I find excuses to buy them. This one is for Novel A, I’ll tell myself. That one is for scribbling articles, and article ideas. And this one, the one I can’t stop running my fingers over, can be for, uh, mindmapping. Yes. Mindmapping. Because I do that a lot. Or will be inspired to, once I buy this notebook. Did I mention I’m very good at convincing myself?
Then there are the notebooks that I get every birthday and Christmas. As soon as I tell someone I love to write, it’s like a switch flicks on in their mind: “Eureka! Writer = notebook!”
Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I’ve gotten cute little notebooks that fit perfectly into small handbags, hardcover ones with encouraging quotes on the pages, ones with beautifully artistic covers that are probably a lot more creative than anything that will ever go into them, and even quirky ones with the strangest, smoothest paper I’ve ever felt.
Of course, I use all of them as well. Partly to avoid that awkward silence when the person asks me how I liked the gift–I want to show them that yes, a notebook for a writer was a great idea and look, I’m using it! (Which in turn means I get even more notebooks in the years to come… real smart, Leanne.) I have so many notebooks that I misplace them around the house and in various bags regularly. So when an idea hits, and I simply have to write it down now because the internet and my smartphone has ruined any aptitude I may have had for memorization, I grab the nearest notebook to hand.
Come on, surely you can’t expect a creative genius to actually get up and do such a menial task as searching for a lost notebook?
This means that I have random scribbling in just about every notebook I own. When I take out a notebook to use for its original planned purpose, It’s quite common that I’ll come across a phrase such as “Disappointed. Am I bald?” and wonder just what drug I was on when I wrote it. Forget about searching for a specific idea I had at some point–it’s better to leave it to God (or fate, or whatever you believe in) to present me with those ideas again at some random time in the future.
The thing is, though, that’s really all these notebooks end up being used for. Thanks to the wonder of word processors and their nifty delete, cut and paste functions, I do most of my writing on the computer. Microsoft Word and Scrivener are my best friends, though Google comes a close second. A quick alt-tab in my browser gives me a thesaurus and (an admittedly sketchy) encyclopædia for reference. I can misspell “hemorrhoid” because it looks nothing like how it’s said, and a quick right-click fixes it. (Yes, I originally misspelled it when writing this article.)
Even so, I know the next time I see a notebook filled with beautiful paper, or receive yet another one when a special occasion rolls around, I won’t be able to resist. Though they’ll never be filled with the writings of a Hemingway or a C.S. Lewis–think more along the lines of a hundred monkeys on a hundred
typewriters notebooks–they are physical, tangible objects of all that I dream (or hallucinate). They’re items I can hug and rub against my cheek and sniff. (Maybe that’s why there are so many strange ideas!) Their presence is an inspiration, a reminder of all the authors in the past who drew incredible tales from their heads with nothing more than a pen and paper.
And to be honest, they really do go well with my fountain pen, inkwell, and wax seal.
Leanne Yong is an aspiring Aussie author who is working on her second young adult novel. Check out her blog at Clouded Memories for more information and a journal chronicling her latest foray into novel writing.