Full notebook disclosure Friday.
Here it is, in all its splendor. It's my little notebook. I think, now that I've fully disclosed it before blog and everyone, that I need to chuck this notebook and get a replacement.
I used to be so good about carrying a little notebook. It had a plastic cover and three metal rings inside, and detachable paper that you could refill. It was about the size of an index card. I used to scribble in it when I was on the bus in Chicago. Sometimes I took it to bars and tried to write things in the dark. That's where I got all of my poems. When I needed to write, I just flipped through and connected the dots.
Now I've been using the uncharacteristically pink and cheery notebook that my daughter received in a goodie bag from a birthday party. She'd already gone through and stamped a turtle on most of the pages. It fell apart within a few weeks.
When John Gallaher was here, I noticed how often he wrote things in his little notebook. I'm not talking about a moleskine here or anything--it was a little notebook. I may just have to splurge and buy myself a new, more functional notebook this weekend.
Dear readers, I invite you to either discuss your tiny notebook, or your lack of a tiny notebook, or to post a picture of your tiny notebook, or to post a picture of your lack of a tiny notebook (if that's possible).
What's the best kind of tiny notebook? What do you write in there?