Every day, ususally in the morning, I write three pages, long hand in a cheap spiral notebook. Cheap as in I get them at Target for ten cents each every August during the back to school sales. Now people who know I write love to get me beautiful journals. Very pretty. But I can’t for the life of me write in them. Seems that a beautiful journal deserves beautiful writing. Which isn’t something I am any good at yet. Cheap ugly spirals, I can fill up one per month, no sweat. Haven’t filled a pretty one yet.
All this to say, I got a new notebook computer this week. And I’m trying to get over the fact that just because I paid more for the durn thing than I paid for my first born, that doesn’t necessarily put the pressure on to produce Pulitzer quality prose.
Right. Now where is the $20 used AlphaSmart….
