I {Heart} Writer’s Notebooks.

I just said good bye to a former student (who is now a friend) and her fiance after they had dinner with us.  She loves to write and is planning to become a teacher, primarily because of her experience as a student in Writing Workshop (which could be a post all on it’s own!).

Tonight we started talking about our writer’s notebooks.  She said, “I just love my writer’s notebooks — all of them.”

I immediately replied, “I do too!” And we started talking about our favorite notebooks and how we keep track of entries and how we sometimes forget which notebook a particular entry lives in.

Reflecting on our conversation I realize that I sometimes forget how special my writer’s notebook really is.  So often it is just a part of what I do and I forget that it is a part of me, of my life.  Looking at my collection of notebooks — an eclectic mix of sizes and shapes and colors — I feel warm inside, realizing that my living is documented.

Those things I’ve felt and thought and imagined have been planted and can take root and grow into something — a poem or letter or memoir or scrapbook page.  It may be years after I recorded them, but that is part of the beauty.  I can see life from the perspective of when I recorded it plus from the present.  The words inside these notebooks help me define who I am and make sense of the world around me.

Yes, indeed, I heart my writer’s notebooks because they make me a better person and life so much more powerful.