Me, Myself and Notebooks

I have a secret to share but please don’t tell anyone. A bad person might want to test it and I will suffer. Okay? Here’s the secret. I don’t think I can live without at least one notebook in close proximity. I have a suspicion I might be addicted to notebooks and notepads just a little bit. And they’re not just a fiction writer’s necessity. No, I write everything down because, well, another suspicion I’ve been having is that I think better when I write than when I speak. Continue reading Me, Myself and Notebooks