My notebook has finally died. The binding has gone, and it is now a mere collection of paper collected together in its former covers.
It’s not been a bad innings for something I’ve been carrying around with me for seven years. And I mean literally seven years. The first entry in the book is a draft of a blog post I wrote about my upcoming wedding dated 15th September 2009.
That’s literally seven years ago to the day!
How’s that for freaky?
There’s just so much in this little book; Story ideas, book drafts, brainstorming sessions, quick poetry, directorial notes, stage manager plans, to-do lists, job application notes, notes from seminars, room plans, timelines, meeting minutes, family trees. I wrote in a previous post how important a good notebook is to a writer, it feels truer than ever right now. There is a little piece of everything that was part of my life in the last seven years in here.
And today, seven years to the day when I made my first entry, its replacement has arrived.
Look at it. Isn’t this just a thing of beauty. What is it about a Moleskine notebook that’s just so… right. They have something different about them, but I can never put my finger on what.
Well, here’s to another seven years with my little green book.