Thursday, July 29, 2010

Journalstuff

I carry notebooks around with me. They all contain the same mix of material: drawings, drafts of prose pieces, and "morning pages" or m.p.'s consisting of general logorrhea. Lately I've felt that it's time to stop writing in notebooks so often. My opinion right now is that they've become too precious; I've been blind to the fact that they are inferior to the polished thing -- the story or essay or whatever else (panel cartoon, WHFR show). I tend to hoard them once they are done and there are really a lot of them clogging up the shelves by now, all full of frivolousness.

Still, now and then I'll look back on one and get inspired. Here is a bit from the one I've had for the past year, which I'm now almost at the end of.



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