Notebooks I have filled

Twelve years, twenty-three notebooks. I took them all down from the shelf this weekend and read them in order.

Reading your own notebooks is a strange experience. Some pages are embarrassing, some are boring, and a few are much better than I remembered.

What surprised me most is how little the subjects have changed: walks, books, the weather, small projects. The handwriting changed, the paper changed, but I kept paying attention to the same things.

This blog started from those notebooks, and I still carry one. The best ideas tend to arrive when there is no screen around to catch them.