Sometimes it doesn't take much to make me happy. Case in point; old-fashioned black composition books. The stores are full of them this time of year and at 25 cents a piece, I can buy all the paper happiness I want. One hundred blank sheets of wordy potential. I love to open a new one and run my hand over the smooth, blank page with all those lines just waiting to be filled. The inside back cover is full of Useful Information. In fact that is what is written at the top. If you are weak in the math department the multiplication table is there for you along with all kinds of conversion charts and different measurment tables. Frankly, I don't see how anyone gets by without one of these little workhorses. I have several beside me right now. I use them for everything. A few nights ago, in an organizing mood, I made out my Thanksgiving menu and shopping list and got it all down in one of my "little black books". Sometimes when I am feeling all crafty I cover them with fancy paper and ephemera and then I call it "my journal"
I usually have one reserved for scrawling out quick thoughts and observations about things that at some point I may want to write about in more detail. While cleaning the table beside my chair I came across one these and looked through it. I had some pretty good stuff written there and some that I am glad the only witness to my musings were me and the paper.
As much as I enjoy the physical aspect of my composition books, I also enjoy writing on my laptop. You can get your thoughts down almost as fast as you think them and if it doesn't "sound right" you can just as quickly erase them. I have found myself missing my blog lately. It can be time-consuming, but it is such a great way to keep family updated. It is also a creative outlet. For me, it is fun to see how I can express something as simple as "I baked a cake today." in a way that makes my readers want to knock on my door and say, "Cake please!" Leave no pharase unadorned, I say.