I’m addicted to buying notebooks.
You may have already knew this about me, but I can’t stop buying notebooks. I think I own a little over 60, because I’m afraid I’ll run out even though that’s unlikely. I also just really like stationery – the collections get prettier every year! Having this addiction, though, means I have a lot of filled up notebooks lying around everywhere with forgotten ramblings rotting inside. I thought it was a shame. I tell myself all the time that I’ll keep them and read the content I’ve wrote when I’m stuck in writer’s block, but I know that won’t happen. Most of the content inside these notebooks was always meant for the notebooks only. Truthfully, the content will never be recycled.
However, this seemed like a huge waste. And although the pieces inside my ntoebooks are miscellaneous, some don’t make a lot of sense, and others are outright shit, I still like them. I still want to get creative with them and showcase some of my work. So, I’ve decided to start journalling, and I’ve been sharing the first few entries on my Instagram! I thought it would be the perfect way to give the forgotten pieces in my notebooks a platform; the pieces that are random scribbles or fragments of fiction, that won’t become anything of longer form but deserve a little shoutout.
I also thought it would be nice to share unfinished and imperfect pieces! From the perspective of someone who both writes literature and consumes it, it’s sometimes a little frustrating that writer’s paint this image of a person who’s constantly spinning straw into gold. Perfect poetry and complete novels. This is a false facade! Any writer, brilliant or not, has notebooks full of shite.
So here is the shite from my notebooks, dressed up prettily with the help of a typewriter and a journal. Below are the entries from August! If this is a hobby that continues for me (I hope it is), I’ll do these blog posts each month!
These are two seperate pieces, but I popped them on the same spread because I think they go fairly well together. The peice on the left is an extraction from a fantasy-themed work in progress. I have now removed this cluster of sentences because I don’t think they fit well, but I still wanted to record them somewhere. That’s where this new journalling hobby comes in handy! The two pieces on the right page are typed up scribbles from a train right, where I was trying my luck at writing a break up scene (something I don’t do often).
I actually really don’t like this piece at all but I didn’t want to just leave it and it has an interesting inspiration point even if it is bollocks. This is one of the rare scribbles where I actually remember when/where/why I wrote it. I went on a university trip to the Booth museum in Brighton, which is essentially a museum full of dead shit. Mainly birds, but a quite a lot of other, bigger animals as well. It’s creepy as fuck. We were taken to the backstage area of the museum where they keep the artefacts they can’t put out on display due to sensitivity reasons. They basically keep preserved human body parts in this area. They showed us some of the artefacts and they were things like human skulls, foetus’ and other unsettling things.
We were told a story about men who kept slaves and killed them. They would stretch their skulls when they were alive to mark them as slaves. There was a man who shot his slave to death and kept his skull as a trophy (It’s fucking disgusting, I know) and we were asked after viewing the stretched, shot skull to take 15 minutes to write a poem about it.
This is what I came up with. I don’t like it, but I feel like the story behind it is important, as chilling as it may be. We learn stories from history like these so that we can prevent them from repeating.
I won’t lie, I can’t even remember where this one came from. You can let me off though – it’s only one sentence!
I wrote this thought down in the middle of the night when I was being a bit mean to myself. It made me feel a lot better.
I hope you enjoyed this blog post. It’s something a little different and I really am enjoying journalling. I want to follow some more journalling Instagram accounts and blogs, so if you are the host behind that kind of thing, please leave links below!