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Like anybody who writes, I often find myself in need of pen and paper to make notes on AMAZING THINGS that come into my brain at the most inopportune times. I try to keep pens and little pads of paper on me at all times as a result, so then the only thing stopping me from jotting down story ideas or notes is my own laziness/self-motivation. Which happens more often than I'd like to admit. TRULY, I AM A HUMAN BEING.
This same thing happened to me while I was reading in bed the other night, which is good! Bed is usually fine, and the only thing I am more easily distracted from other than writing is SLEEP, so there's always a pen and notebook there at the ready. Except the other night it was a pen only. And various things I did not want to write on, like books and a PpG t-shirt and a retainer I haven't worn in years.
And also an Anthropologie catalog! Thank God, because if I'm already in bed, then God help you if you are on fire, because my ass is staying on that bed. I grabbed the catalog and flipped to a blank space and made my dumb little head notes and thought "And someday this will become FIC."
And then I went to sleep.
I decided to scan the page because I think it looks a little interesting with my goofy chickenscratch in the margins around the model and also because I've always thought about scanning in a page of my notebook for posterity's sake but never thought it would be very interesting to look at. This still isn't that interesting, but it's more for self-reflection's sake than anything else. Usually once I've addressed my notes (or have given up on them), if they're written on scraps like this, they wind up getting tossed.
I'm reading a book on prose right now, so the notes are kind of prose-y sounding.
The notes are indicative of what's been going through my head lately wrt a certain character in PpG. Probably not difficult to guess. I'd like to do something kind of abstract with it, but I tend not to be very good at abstraction - I stop committing partway through and wind up being too heavy-handed with my point. If I ever wind up writing this, I think it will be interesting to look back on this and see what came out of it. There's already some awful lines I wrote here that I know I wouldn't put into the fic itself.
Damn, I just noticed the edge cut off some of the words. Oh well. I know what it says, at least.
This same thing happened to me while I was reading in bed the other night, which is good! Bed is usually fine, and the only thing I am more easily distracted from other than writing is SLEEP, so there's always a pen and notebook there at the ready. Except the other night it was a pen only. And various things I did not want to write on, like books and a PpG t-shirt and a retainer I haven't worn in years.
And also an Anthropologie catalog! Thank God, because if I'm already in bed, then God help you if you are on fire, because my ass is staying on that bed. I grabbed the catalog and flipped to a blank space and made my dumb little head notes and thought "And someday this will become FIC."
And then I went to sleep.
I decided to scan the page because I think it looks a little interesting with my goofy chickenscratch in the margins around the model and also because I've always thought about scanning in a page of my notebook for posterity's sake but never thought it would be very interesting to look at. This still isn't that interesting, but it's more for self-reflection's sake than anything else. Usually once I've addressed my notes (or have given up on them), if they're written on scraps like this, they wind up getting tossed.
I'm reading a book on prose right now, so the notes are kind of prose-y sounding.
The notes are indicative of what's been going through my head lately wrt a certain character in PpG. Probably not difficult to guess. I'd like to do something kind of abstract with it, but I tend not to be very good at abstraction - I stop committing partway through and wind up being too heavy-handed with my point. If I ever wind up writing this, I think it will be interesting to look back on this and see what came out of it. There's already some awful lines I wrote here that I know I wouldn't put into the fic itself.
Damn, I just noticed the edge cut off some of the words. Oh well. I know what it says, at least.
