The Company of Words

Why Write Inside Of A Notebook?

Well, the possibilities are endless, aren't they?

Nothing beats the thrill of staring down at a blank page, your pen poised, eager to be the conduit to your thoughts. Those thoughts maybe just that.. your mind meeting with your notebook.

My point is, it doesn't matter what you fill your pages with.
It's yours.
The pages, they belong to you.
Your words, they also belong to you.
Fill it with lists, lyrics, directions, prose, ideas, hurt, hope and dreams. Have each page overflowing with information, inspiration, ingredients, doodles and disappointments. Like I said before, the possibilities are endless.

A notebook is an humble thing.
An underrated thing.
Songs have been written about them, and no doubt, songs have been written inside of them. They have inspired films, paintings and poetry.

We give them as gifts. We receive them as gifts. Notebooks, have an understated importance.

They are useful, and probably not appreciated as much as they should be.

Whenever I am near stationary, I am drawn to notebooks. I can stand for an embarrassing long while, staring at the notebooks that possibly might be mine. Depending on my mood, I seek to connect with one. Whether it's because their fronts resonate with me in some way or just make me giggle in the aisle - whatever reason - one will eventually come home with me.

And the beauty of notebooks aren't just on the outside, the inside of them can be just as enticing.

Plainly attractive.
Prettily patterned.
Temptingly tactile.
Whatever paper floats your notey boat, there is something for everyone.

For every budget, personality, and need... a notebook exists.

I know I probably sound sentimental about them. Overly enthused, maybe? You got me, I am.

You see, since I was a little girl, notebooks became a constant friend.

I learned to properly write inside of one. Badly attempted maths inside of another. Notes were jotted down on hundreds of pages, and on hundreds more, my notebooks counselled me at my lowest points and championed me at my highest.

What has been written within them wasn't always important, but they shall always give a glimpse into moments of my life. That alone, makes them important.

To this day, I love delving into old notebooks, reacquainting myself with the person who once wrote inside of them.

Notebooks can be filled with everything and nothing.

They can affect and unaffect.

You may want to fill yours with nonsense and many something and nothings. Or, you may want to fill it with the inner workings of your heart and soul. Rules don't apply inside of a notebook.
Your pages.
Your rules.

Your ink may choose to be sensible or rebellious. Shy or bold. Fact or fiction. That's the joy of notebooks. That's their endless charm.

They can be a convenient thing of use or a much cherished confidant.
Yes, I love notebooks!

In fact, I am sure that there is now a notebook somewhere, that is in dire need to become my new papery pal.