So, last night I was musing on how to get out of a little pre-wintry funk. I realized I needed to do something different. I gazed at my netbook and then at one of my journals I have strewn around. (As a side note it doesn’t matter that I leave them about. A graphologist couldn’t decipher my handwriting) Anyhow, it dawned on me that despite all the random ideas, day-to-day stuff, and dreams that I jot down- I haven’t written out any full-length project by hand in an eternity.
Aha! Time to buy a brand-new journal.
So off I went today to the Stationary Store which had the hindsight of choosing my street for its location. There I happily browsed at all the beautiful and over-priced journals. The one with Klimt’s, The Kiss? Raphael’s, The Angels? Or…then I saw the tiny, pocket-sized journals at the front of the table.
Ungypsyscarlett, reading my mind, shook her head. “Sure, the size is very convenient, but it would be utterly impractical to write, to really write in that thing.”
“It would be terribly silly.” I agreed.
Ungypsyscarlett sighed with relief. “Indeed. I mean, it’s not meant for the kind of writing you had planned for it.”
“It would be terribly silly.” I repeated as I took the micro format, 160 page, unlined, antique-ish covered journal to the cashier.
So I have my terribly silly micro journal and two new extra fine black pens and the funk seems to be lifting.
If you’ve been in a little funk, is there anything you are doing for a change of pace?
And here’s some Rasputina: