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Just had a thought
Jan. 17th, 2011 12:49 amThere are all these stationery shops in Seoul (my absolute favorite is ArtBox), and I have this Thing about notebooks so of course I always have more notebooks (small, cutely-bound, not the massive spiral-bound ones you take notes in in class, but small journal types with whimsical pictures and poorly-spelt English and/or French) on hand than I need.
You see, I love notebooks. I love buying the artsy ones with the strange quotes on the cover, and little cartoon pictures on the righthand corner of each page, with blank lines that are just waiting for me to write on, and are all themed around Imagination, Creativity, and the like.
But I hate writing in them, mostly because the content of what I write never matches up to the beauty of the unwritten pages. Some of these notebooks are meant to be filled with dreams, with whimsies, with fanciful things. Instead, I fill them with daily schedules, notes to self about which students to discipline next class, boring daily tasks. They don't get filled with the fantastical like I want them to be, but filled with the mundane.
It quite ruins them.
Then, on the other hand, you have the big spiral-bound notebooks I used to cart around to class. Those I was meant to take notes in, but it's near impossible for me to pay attention when someone speaks at me for longer than 5 minutes, so of course 15 minutes into lecture, I've flipped to the last page and started writing the latest fanfic or story idea I've gotten in my head.
The bulk of my creative work is written when I should be doing something more important instead.
It's ironic, really, that the pretty journals meant for pretty thoughts I use for the mundane, while the boring notebooks for classwork I use for the fictional. I'm never doing what I'm meant to be doing.
You see, I love notebooks. I love buying the artsy ones with the strange quotes on the cover, and little cartoon pictures on the righthand corner of each page, with blank lines that are just waiting for me to write on, and are all themed around Imagination, Creativity, and the like.
But I hate writing in them, mostly because the content of what I write never matches up to the beauty of the unwritten pages. Some of these notebooks are meant to be filled with dreams, with whimsies, with fanciful things. Instead, I fill them with daily schedules, notes to self about which students to discipline next class, boring daily tasks. They don't get filled with the fantastical like I want them to be, but filled with the mundane.
It quite ruins them.
Then, on the other hand, you have the big spiral-bound notebooks I used to cart around to class. Those I was meant to take notes in, but it's near impossible for me to pay attention when someone speaks at me for longer than 5 minutes, so of course 15 minutes into lecture, I've flipped to the last page and started writing the latest fanfic or story idea I've gotten in my head.
The bulk of my creative work is written when I should be doing something more important instead.
It's ironic, really, that the pretty journals meant for pretty thoughts I use for the mundane, while the boring notebooks for classwork I use for the fictional. I'm never doing what I'm meant to be doing.
