Monday, October 17, 2005

The suspicious urge to fill notebooks

with meaningless minutiae. And then the (fortunate?) discovery that all my notebooks are pretty, so ineffably pretty, so pretty I feel ashamed to ink a scratch on a single pretty offwhite page. I need a dirty ratty writerly notebook. Only the ego behind the crabbed twists and turns of my handwriting.

I need to write something that's not about these wasted days, about me, or even about my parents.

2 comments:

La Figlia Che Piange said...

heh,I know what you mean,but the first doodle is the biggest hurdle,you know?After that it's smooth sailing and I think doodles and scratches make pretty notebooks prettier.

Kat said...

Write and it will become tattered.