Wow, is it easy to get sucked into blogging! It hasn’t even been a full day yet, and here I am, typing away as if a million people are desperately waiting to read more from my blog.
The only bad thing about blogging is that there is no “new notebook” feel to it. You know, that feeling when you see a new notebook full of beautifully blank, crisp pages that are just itching to be written on? Maybe it’s a fancy moleskin notebook with a leather engraving on the front, or maybe it’s a cheap $2 notebook from CVS that is so small, it can fit in the palm of your hand. Either way, there’s this excitement I have whenever I see a new notebook, and I think about how I would write in it every day and fill it with literary masterpieces that will have the critics raving and the crowds crying with happiness over reading such an emotional, wonderful piece of literature.
So I buy the notebook, fill the first page with a testimony on how this notebook will be different because I will write in it every day, and then, two days later, I only use it for doodles and math problems.
Yup, I’m going to save a lot of money by starting this blog. I just need to avoid all stationary stores.