An unreasonable amount, really. I have 10 on the go, to be precise. That might seem obscene. What the hell am I doing with 10 notebooks? Surely you don’t use them all? Actually, I do. Most of them every day.
You see, every notebook I have serves a different purpose. I have one conventional writer’s notebook, in which I pen most of my story ideas and poems. Then I have an art journal, which serves as a visual playground of sorts. I call it an art journal, but the only thing I use it for is drawing. I have a notebook for ideas – I use this for in case I ever run out of ideas for stories or poems, so I have a list of prompts to quell any writer’s block. Then I have a dedicated notebook for the new novel I’m writing. The rest of my notebooks are personal journals and diaries.
I suppose I could decant all of these notebooks across two or three books, and split those notebooks into sections. But I have a weird obsession with organisation, especially when it comes to creativity.
And, well, I’m a bit of a stationary freak. And there’s nothing more satisfying than filling a notebook to the brim.
I’m sure I’m not the only one who does this!