Tuesday, 10 December 2013
Monday, 2 December 2013
I have stacks of notenooks.
Loads. Too many?
I don't think so.
I scribble and write in them all the time.
Random stuff, ideas, plans, observations, thoughts.
Whichever one is to hand or fits in my pocket.
For certain important projects I do have specific notebooks.
If I empty my head often there's room for new ideas to fly around.
And then every now and then I'll find book I haven't seen in a while. More often than not there's a messsge I wrote to my future self, unknowingly at the time, of course.
Today I found this. I wrote it about a year ago.
Just what I need.
Time to regain focus.
I've wandered aimlessly for long enough.