(Hello lovelies, apologies that this is a slightly delayed post, hence references to my birthday. It’s okay, it’s still birthday week!)
I have notebooks everywhere, in every handbag, beside the bed, on the desk, in the bookcase. By far, my favourites are my journals. They’re specific and I’m fussy, so I have to buy them myself. They have to be hardback, with lined pages and a ribbon page marker. They have their own little space on the bookshelf where they live. I need to write in them more. The current one has lasted more than twice as long as they usually do, and I need to make more time to write in them. I like my journals to have bits stuck in them that I’ve ripped out of newspapers and magazines, and quotes from books and films in big felt-tip lettering. I like looking at other people’s journals and seeing how they use them, seeing what inspires other people. I need to spend less time faffing around on the internet and re-reading people’s blogs and tumblrs, and more time writing.
So, my birthday resolution this year – as birthdays are much more meaningful than January 1st, and therefore resolutions are more likely to stick – is to take more notice of the things that inspire me to write, and then write about them. The aim is to fill up the current journal and start a new one in the same amount of time as it used to take me. I need to start taking my journal with me when I go somewhere again. I’m going to write, write, write, until the writing starts to take some sort of shape, and then I’m going to start really writing again.