To the untrained eye, this looks like just a notebook.
A pretty notebook, but nothing special.
Unless you are me.
Because, if you are me, you know that this notebook holds the outline of two and a half novels.
About two years ago, I had some stories in my head, just rattling around, keeping me up, begging to be written down.
It ain’t Shakespeare, but it’s mine.
I’ve been looking for this notebook for a few months.
I packed it up when we moved, a year and a half ago, and have thought about it a few times since then, but haven’t really had the time, nor the inclination, to pick it up and start working again.
While I still don’t have the time, I do have the inclination, as these stories have been calling to me again.
I wake up in the night, forgetting whatever it was I was dreaming about, with one thought.
Find the notebook.
So, today, after work, while the boys were all knocking down each others block towers, I started to search.
I suddenly had an image of the bag I had placed the notebook in, and realized I knew exactly where it was.
It feels good to hold the notebook in my hands, again.
I haven’t unclipped the pages and re-read my outline quite yet.
I need to wait until I have some time to sit, in the quiet, and re-visit the stories.
Because I know that once I unclip those papers, I’m going to need to start writing.
Filling in the outline.
Writing the stories.
And once I start, I won’t be able to stop.
I see more sleepless nights ahead…writing! How exciting to have found the notebook again!
Comment by Mary Anne — February 2, 2013 @ 10:58 am |
Very exciting! Sleepless nights, indeed!
Comment by abozza — February 2, 2013 @ 12:04 pm |
My heart is with you on this writing journey. You remind me of my daughter!
Comment by nancy — February 3, 2013 @ 6:00 am |
Thanks, Nancy!
Comment by abozza — February 3, 2013 @ 8:34 am |