My name is Sierra Robinson. And I haven’t purchased a new blank notebook in two days.
Sponsors, I have a problem. I am easily swayed by indie cover art and blank pages (none of this college-ruled nonsense). I purchase blank notebooks like cartons of cigarettes. Something about them speaks to me. Maybe it’s the un-cracked spine. Maybe it’s those seductively blank pages. Maybe it’s the pristine whiteness of potential.
Whatever it is, I’m obsessed.
This is my current collection of notebooks:
See what I do to them?
Check on the spine on these puppies! They’ve been written in, pasted in, and beaten into submission so much that their spine starts to splinter like crazy. And this is just the college collection. I have a whole bureau drawer + a whole 3’ by 2’ container chalk full of them back home (even though I never really understood the phrase chalk full).
Apparently, I have a lot of thoughts. And a lot of time to write them down.
While some of my journals (namely the injured spine journals) are a raging success, others are less successful.
Take this journal for instance:
I agonized for minutes about whether or not I should purchase it. I scanned the list of potential uses for this journal. I weighed the pros and cons of this journal and I decided that I simply had to have it. I decided it would be of great use to me, whatever it became.
I blew it.
I wrote down my New Years Resolutions on the first page.
And now all this book can contain is lists of New Years Resolution, and it has ended up a wasted collection of tree.
This is why I am greatly perplexed about this newest addition to my collection:
This little treasure came all the way from Europe just to be with me. It is from the Belle and Boo Collection and I highly recommend it.
But it vexes me because… right now, it has so much potential to become the next great American novel.
It could hold my deepest darkest collection of intelligent poetry.
It could contain the cure to Cancer!
But I’m terrified, petrified, immobilized because what if… what if… this British journal becomes another house of New Years Resolutions??
WHAT IF I SINGLEHANDEDLY DESTROY ITS POTENTIAL?
Friends, cast your votes: What should become of this perfect little notebook?
And remember: Please notebook responsibly.