Here I am, ready to write (by hand, of course) a full draft of my book, “Mama Always Said…” All my notes are gathered around me, placed ‘just so’, so that I can organize them properly. I worked on my WordPress site for four and a half hours yesterday and completed around 4 pages, one of them introducing the concept of the book, another outlining the book itself – plus introducing three more manuscripts which are “in the works”.
I’m excited! I’m ready! I’m more than ready….I’m psyched!!
…as I said, I’m ready to make a good start, having purchased four spiral notebooks (one for each book) and a set of six gel pens. I grab my coffee, phone, pens and reading glasses, cigarettes and ashtray and I hie me to the bedroom for some serious creating.
I get settled and comfortable, perch my readers on the tip of my nose, open my pen. Ready to write…and with a self-satisfied sigh, I turn back the front cover of my first notebook.
It’s graph paper. A notebook full of graph paper, all neatly held together by a silver coloured spiral.
Graph paper. Big old squares just sitting all over each and every page. Both sides, front and back.
Tempting me away from my well laid plans to write.
To most people, this will sound a bit petty. But I know me better than anyone else does. It’s really not petty, this graph paper, even now, just sneering at me with its perfect little boxes – all the same size
4 squares per inch
which can be scaled to read: 4 sq. (=) 1ft 2 sq (=) 6in 1 sq (=) 3in.
But not for writing my book.
You see, there are certain things in this life that I treasure dearly:
- a blank canvas and a dozen tubes of paint
- a big old lump of clay, or a good sized chunk of wood
- a ream of blank, college lined paper and a supply of pens, cos I love to WRITE – and –
- a ream of graph paper, a dozen pencils and a gum eraser…cos I love to design houses and furniture and jewelry and…and…and…
Four whole notebooks of perfect little squares.