December has just suddenly appeared and I know I’m late in posting this. My apologies. Life has just got in the way. This month my blog and writing article are combined – below; I’ve posted some writing prompts and new competition links, and I’ll try to add book recommendations and writing hints in the next few days.
Most people have family responsibilities this time of year so writing does tend to take a bit of a back seat. Don’t worry about it. Just set some resolutions – five is a good number – once everything quietens down and I’ll be back in January with a new-look website and more ideas for the new Year.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. That’s for my friends who give me notebooks at Christmas and birthdays. A writer can NEVER have too many notebooks. Really! I know I have a cupboardful already but the gift of a notebook, of any size, colour, design or style, ALWAYS makes me feel like writing.
There’s something so special about being given a writer’s notebook: that ever so tiny crack as the book is opened for the first time and the spine is released; the smell of the pristine pages – like going into an old-fashioned bookshop! And then the thought of what I can use this particular notebook for – idle jottings, planning my latest project, research notes, ideas for my classes, the start of a blog, character profiles, overheard conversations, zig-zag plot lines……..
I’m sure I’m not the only writer who finds it impossible to walk past any stationery counter – in supermarkets, department stores, pound shops and market stalls. I just can’t resist. I am drawn there “just to have a look” as I tell my shopping companion. But, inevitably, I end up with another notebook to take home, seduced by its stylish cover and empty pages.
Some notebooks just FEEL so good: ones with suede or leather covers; decorated with jewels and beads; embossed in gold. And ones that come from special places – from friends, writing buddies, holidays, days out.
Don’t worry, I am in no way decrying the standard spiral-bound reporter’s notebook – how many of those have I filled over the years? If I see a bargain-priced pack, then that’s another addition to my over-flowing cupboard.
There’s just one problem for me: writing something on the first page. I don’t want to spoil it. I know my handwriting’s deteriorated over the years and the first page is SO important. Do I use pencil, biro, fountain pen or roller-ball? What colour? Am I going to write sentences and paragraphs? Or will this be a book just for notes? And perhaps drawings?
If I go to a workshop, class or seminar, I usually take a new notebook with me. The first few pages get used and the book is put away, waiting weeks or months before I look at it again and try to decipher my scribble, the occasional hieroglyph of shorthand plus personal abbreviations.
I’ve tried other devices to make notes: different apps on my tablet and phone; and a whole variety of recording devices, from tiny palm-sized recorders to spy pens and watches. Most of the time I feel self-conscious. I was once stopped as I walked and talked in a car park outside a hospital by someone who thought I was a doctor. Good disguise, I thought, for a future story.
But nothing will ever replace the notebook for me. You may recognise some of the notebooks in the picture here, but please don’t think I have enough. Notebooks are just the best present ever for a writer.
Many famous writers are known for their use of their notebooks: