Black Marble Composition Notebooks or Life Without a Sharpened #2 Pencil
For the last couple years of my time at Rice I kept all my class notes in one black marble bound composition notebook. Spring 2005. Fall 2005. Every class in the same book marked off. English notes on post-modern novels next to frantically scribbled “Let ∂>0.” next to the next little snippet of my next short story.
When I graduated I intended on keeping the same composition notebook. No longer marked off by semesters, but one book kept until full. And there it sits in my laptop bag labeled Spring 2007 until … But there’s only one page written in it. My musings coming to terms with why I really do have to break up with Nikki and my flash fiction end-of-a-chapter description.
So here I am, almost a year later with a realization. The black marble composition book will no longer work. I don’t carry it around with a freshly sharpened #2 pencil everywhere I go anymore. But what I do do now is sit around for a large portion of everyday staring into the warm glow of a computer monitor. Wasting most of my time reading random internet articles. It’s time for me to abandon my #2 pencil and take up my keyboard.
Same story different language.
