Bookstores without books
I’ve always loved blank books. How beautiful they look while they’re waiting to be defiled with ink.
They’re bulky and heavy though, and crossing out something you’ve written is agony.
You suspect the beautiful book is sneering at your inept prose.
Writing longhand is a kind of meditation.
Not to mention psychotherapy.
The catch is, no matter how bloodcurdling your journal you can’t burn it.
Happy Solstice and Merry Newton’s Day.
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December 25th, 2008 at 08:32
being a rootsy kinda girl, may i wish you, in turn, a merry christmas!
December 25th, 2008 at 14:16
Wow. I’d love to have those. I’m starting to collect journals lately. All I have here are small – just to satisfy my crave for writing longhand.
December 25th, 2008 at 15:48
Hello! I thought you might enjoy this video of a city made out of books. Happy holidays!
http://papercuts.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/12/24/walking-in-a-paper-wonderland/
December 26th, 2008 at 15:32
Mine is a stack of 8.5 x 13 inch sheets of newsprint cut horizontally in half and had it hardbound in one of the shops beside a local college that offers photocopying and binding services.
Nothing fancy but it does the job. hehehe.
Happy Holidays!
December 26th, 2008 at 15:47
elegant long hand.
January 2nd, 2009 at 12:10
indeed, lovely handwriting.
January 4th, 2009 at 23:14
Blank pages make my fingers itchy. This is especially frustating when I’ve nothing to write.