A Comment made to Notebookism.com

I think, possibly, I've found my balance point. I plunged into the moleskinesquerie with all the fervor of a young lover meeting a paramour, fondling the books in stores, reading sites such as this and seeing the magnificent potential in these blank...or lined...or graphed pages. The small graph notebook became my companion for a while, and I recall the distinct pleasure of feeling it open under my hand during a showing of a documentary about Burning Man, the way it has become a net for my thoughts and the thoughts of others. But it was small, and disorganized...so I bought a pack of the larger thin lined notebooks, which now is drawn out for the specific purpose of writing. A story was lost when my bag was stolen, but somehow I found myself wishing it well, hoping the thief would read it and perhaps even keep the notebook simply because it had those bits of me in it.

Still, it wasn't enough. The constraints of the lines and graph began to chafe against my creativity, and I found myself looking longingly at the blank pages filled with sketches and diagrams...and so I took the plunge, purchasing a reporter blank. It contains, at the moment, sketches of the collaborative performance art piece we've proposed, t-shirt designs, and doodles made at a bar shortly before a performance.

The three of them go with me everywhere--the small one helps me find my place in the world and time, the lined one helps me create new places and times, and the blank page is raw chaos captured and refined. It took about 6 months, but I've found my balance with these, and couldn't be happier.

Except...still haven't found the perfect pen...

My comment to the Blank Page today at Notebookism.
Really, I just want one of the cool buttons...