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Some people collect unicorns. Some collect turtles. Some collect mementos1 from a favorite movie or TV show, or autographs.
Others collect everything, and we call these people “hoarders.”
I have always been a fan of notebooks, notepads, clipboards, different types of paper . . . as far back as I can remember. I have a whole closet in my office at home replete with this kind of thing. It is with some degree of difficulty that I’m able to stop myself from buying more even though I have enough to last me many, many years.
Of course, when I buy really cool notebooks or notepads, I don’t want to use them because . . . well, they’re really cool. Somewhere in my house I have a notebook where the covers are made of computer circuit boards sanded smooth. No one has ever seen this because it’s really cool and using it would reduce the really coolness.
You see how this could become a type of trap, I’ll bet.
The other night, I went to a special Thursday night session of my Tuesday night writers group. I thought I might need to take notes, but alas! alack! I had no notebook. At all. (Because all of my really cool notebooks are locked in a closet in my office at home.)
The book store didn’t, of course, carry simple legal pads, which is all I wanted, really.
But what they did have were Moleskine notebooks. A lot of them. I neeeeeeded something to write on. Really. So I bought a three-pack of dark red Moleskine notebooks. But this time, I was determined to actually use them even though they are really cool.
Of course, I needed to take no notes at all. So at the end of a more-than-two-hour meeting, my Moleskine was unsullied by ink or graphite.
I wanted it sullied. I wanted it sullied in the worst possible way.2 But every moment of unsullied . . . ness was one moment closer to these three really cool Moleskine notebooks finding their way into my closet.
I brought them to work with me on Friday morning, thinking surely I’d find a way to sully them. Or at least one of them. Surely.
But . . . I didn’t want to use them for work. (There. You see how this starts? A really cool notebook shouldn’t have mundane things written in it, like notes from a silly meeting or phone conference. A really cool notebook needs to have really cool things written in it.)
When I went to lunch, I took one of them with me. The intent was to use the notebook to work through some ideas for my alphabet series of short stories I talked about the other day. I was stuck at the time on the letter F.
I took along my favorite pen. (Which, incidentally, I also seldom use because it’s really cool and I might lose it or chip it or damage it in some way. See how this goes?)
Well . . . I did it. I wrote “F Is for Fangs” at the top of the first page and . . . and . . . took notes! In my really cool Moleskine notebook using my really cool ACME Writing Instrument. And then put “D Is for Dragon” on the next page. And “H Is for Hive” on the one after that. And “G Is for Gravesite” on the one after that.
Sullied! I have sullied my Moleskine notebooks! I even crossed some stuff out so it’s not perfect.
If you knew how big a step this is, you would not now be making that face and thinking about rotating one hand at your temple in the international symbol for “one ring short of a binder” or making that “cuckoo” sound. Yes, I know what you were thinking. I mean, come on . . . it was obvious.
I thought I had lost said sullied notebook, but today I found it and made some more story notes, including a snippet of dialogue for “D Is for Dragon,” which I’m going to have a lot of fun writing.
One page for each letter of the alphabet will use 26 whole pages.
Oh, and Z? It’s for Zombie, and these are the stories that keep sleep from me. “Zombie” and “from me” kind of rhyme . . .
Disclaimer: This post may not be used to establish or confirm any lack of sanity that may be hinted at by the contents thereof.
- Every time I see this word, my mind says, “The Fresh-Maker!”
- Well, that’s not true. The worst possible way would be to give them to Snooki and have her pen her next best-seller on them. Oog. I think I just threw up a little in my mouth. But I digress.
Originally published at WriteWright. You can comment here or there.
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Plus, honestly: Jacob Pigott? How could there be two? :)
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Any relation to Isaac Pigott?
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Egad, Tuscaloosa is the biggest small town I've ever lived in. Everyone literally does know everyone else. :) I know all the Pigotts because one of my good friends is their cousin,
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I feel like his publicist. :)
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Holy Moley
So you are the perfect serpent to ask a question that has long bothered me. What is this whole moleskin cult thing?
Oh yesss they look compact, sleek and elegant and all that but what makes them so so special that squiggling sorts dream of them, drool over them and would sell their souls for them?
Is it a Mac vs Windoze kind of thing or just another inexplicable mystery of the universe?
Unless you are talking about those city guides with maps and things, they are blank after all and quite expensive.
And guess who else has a rather large stash of notebooks much too good to be written in? Most of them are made of leather and Izzie has even gone to the bother of doing two bookbinding courses in order to learn how to make the things too.
On the subjects of dusty dark leather bound tomes, a certain alphabet comes to mind. Here's hoping that N will be for Necronomicon ;)
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Here's what it says in the 'brochure' that comes in every pack of notebooks: Well, okay . . . whatever. Then: Just . . . a little creepy, but all right.
There's also a "history of the Moleskine notebook" that goes on for four sizable paragraphs, implying that it's been around since van Gogh, then went out of business in the 1980s, then revived in 1997. It says, "Today, Moleskine is synonymous with culture, imagination, memory, travel, and personal identity — in both the real world and the virtual world . . . They represent . . . a symbol of contemporary nomadism . . . ."
Again, oooookaaaaay. I just like them because they have a nice feel and they're well-made. :)
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Learning how to sew pages together for making books was quite fascinating and doing it can be hypnotic like knitting or quilting. Now if only we could get around to making covers.
Curious to know what characteristics the paper in their notebooks has. Making paper from scratch is yet another item on the book lovers to do list.
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I've tried similar books from Piccadilly, Miquelrius, and another company whose name I forget, and nothing quite compares. Oddly the Piccadilly, the cheapest of the lot, comes closest, though their attempt to get the colour right in the paper misses the mark. I guess everybody has their own reasons for liking Molies. :)
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Maybe the decadent cost of even the most basic model Moleskin might just make it a suitable reward for passing the 50,000 word mark for this year's nanowrimo. A lot cheaper than the 2009 motivation of a Big Mac in order to take advantage of the half price Scrivener software
Been learning how to do bookbinding so eventually will be able to make decadent hand sown leather bound notebooks.
Finally mastered the art of sewing the stacks of pages together. It's making clean crisp edged covers that is the tricky bit.
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Slinking around over there as plain old Izzie (http://www.nanowrimo.org/en/participants/izmeina)
At least we never have problems with name squatting. It is not exactly a common name but attracts rather more than its fair share of Russian spammer friendsters over here in Livejournal land.
Looking forward to all those spooky and abominable alphabet updates
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Nice looking pen, by the way. I recently received a Lamy Safari fountain pen and it feels pretty good.
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The pen was a Christmas gift from my friend
I use it sporadically for several months, then I'll accidentally put it somewhere that made perfect sense for the 8 seconds it took me to do it, and then afterwards forget where it was. For several months. I just re-found it and am on a 'using it' phase. :) I love the heft of it. If necessary, I could kill a bird with this pen.