[In which one writer finds other things to do with notebooks and pens besides furiously scribbling words.]
I have had a love-affair with art supply stores for years. Mostly it was drooling at all the colors and paints and pencils and artsy stuff like a kid in a candy store, but then circling back around to my “safe” area– pens and notebooks. I love buying pens and notebooks, as do so many of my writerly friends. How fun to pick up different pens for $2 or $3, and fill up the tabla rasa of white pages.
And then, inspired by a writer-friend who was diving deeply into making art as well, I started dipping my toe in, buying a few art supplies myself. Maybe a little watercolor box (cheap, like kids use), some colored pencils, some markers. I found a few Groupons for getting great discounts at art stores, and then I could really have some fun buying stuff. I didn’t know what I was buying and I felt like a fake in the aisles, an art imposter, but bought them anyway.
And then I put all of them in this set of drawers by my writing desk, and mostly never used them. Occasionally, I might hesitantly give something a try, like dabbling with some water colors, playing around, but not much. I had a yearning, but let all the discouraging voices in my head get the better of me. Some supplies I never even opened… Continue reading