I love notebooks, sketchbooks, doodle pads...paper. And pens. I have handwriting pens, fancy ink pens, pencils: these are my absolute favourite writing and drawing implement and coloured pencils, the artist ones.
I have collected various books and pads over the years and kept most of them, some sadly have been lost or destroyed for various reasons, moving being one of them.
I have kept a journal, or diary, for as long as I can remember, like the blog its been sporadic and usually documents times in my life when I have been down and depressed or some great moment that has been just wonderful and note worthy.
This file is my collection of typed and printed words and holds the beginning of my novel, a whole 20,000 words, minus 200 and something and as I am about half way through it should be a good book, at least in size.
As well as lined journals and notebooks I have a large collection of scrap paper and sketchbooks dotted about the place, its amazing really that I get away with it as I am forever moaning at the husband to tidy up his piles of 'stuff'.
See the rocking chair in the distant corner of the kitchen? See the piles of dog toys? they get away with it too!