It's Just Abbey

I am knee deep in planning and plotting for National Novel Writing Month. This year, in response to a question for the previous post, I will be writing about a world ruled by women. It shall be my feminist manifesto and/or my twisted version of Amazon women meets 1984.

To get ready for this I did one of my favorite things. I got in the car, drove to Staples and bought myself a think, college ruled, emerald green notebook.

Now let me be clear about this. Where many people feel a rush from a new book, an old book, new car smell, starting tiny fires, etc… I get a rush from a new notebook. Two hundred pages of blankness. A fresh silver spiral binding. Perforated edges that will rarely be utilized. All just waiting for ideas.

Notebook shopping was my favorite part of back to school shopping. Screw pens, glue and tissue boxes. I just loved combing the aisles looking at the different choices. College ruled? Composition? Flowers? One subject of five? And of course the yearly thought, “Is Lisa Frank still in business?”

Alright, I don’t care how lame or dorky that sounds but it’s true. I have always been a writer but not always with a computer. I have been scrawling out stories and poetry on notebook paper since middle school. My first novel was an NSync fan fiction written completely in 7th period study hall on notebook paper with gel pens. I wrote short stories in my math notebooks. It was like a compulsion. Anywhere there was blank notebook paper I started writing.

It has been something that stuck with me all these years. I’ve had piles and piles of blank notebooks just lying around and they have been slowly filing up. Finally this year I went out to buy a new one. It is dedicated solely this year’s NaNoWriMo novel and after that (if there is room that is) maybe more. I have already started to fill the pages with my inked ideas. Chicken scratch be damned, it’s absolutely my own twisted for of artwork. One day when I start killing people paying homage to the seven deadly sins, they will find all my notebooks and think I’m completely insane. Seven anyone? No? Okay.

What I am trying to say (and wasting perfectly good writing on a laptop while my notebook sits lonely) is that I love my new green best friend. I just want to tell everyone and I think my boyfriend would prefer if I started telling other people and not just him. So here it is world. I love it! It will soon be filled with outlines, characters, sketches, the smeared remains of plot bunnies and ramblings intertwined with incoherent babbling. Now if you don’t mind, I have a story to plan and carpal tunnel to develop!

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