If you happen to follow me on the Facebooks, http://www.facebook.com/wellychelle for those of you who wish to catch up… you will know that I was in a serious state of unease last week.


My writing goal at the moment is to finish what I start. But I was confounded by the misplacement of the notebook that held the endings of two of the pieces of work I was wanting to complete.

I’m not good when I loose bits of work. I tend towards a stroppy internal dialogue that goes something like this:
– I have to accept it’s missing and maybe try writing it again. 
– But I don’t want to write it again. 
– But you have to because you need an end. You don’t want all that hard work to go to waste.
– But the ending I wrote in the first place was really good, and I can’t even remember the names I was using of that man at the beach and that other man who was knocking on the door.
– But you could make up new names. You like researching names.
– But the old names were good names. And it won’t be the same. 
– It might still be good though?
– But I will never know if it is good, or great, compared to the one I’ve lost. And anyway. If i just look through the notebooks again, it might turn up.
– But you’ve looked through them 12 times already. 
– I know but I don’t want to do the ending again.
– Why?
– Because. 
– Because why?
– Because I need to eat a timtam. Or a marshmallow. Oh look, Sweet Home Alabama is on Netflix! 

Etc Etc Etc… you see how I don’t get anywhere fast.

Well, I have exciting news Chicken’s!
Hold on to your hats, because… something magical and wonderful happened this afternoon,
I FOUND THE ENDINGS!

Yes, I found the notebook with the endings I needed.


 


I know you will be wondering where they were, so I will tell you.

Well you see, being the owner of 23 notebooks, it appears one or two of them got distracted and fell down behind the plastic container of paper and bits of stuff that the last time I cleaned out I thought best to keep, just in case I needed them.


 


This afternoon rolled around, and feeling pretty swanky and pleased with myself after a very successful shopping outing (more of that later) I decided I was well enough behind on my filing and sorting that it was time to go through all the bits of paper, the school newsletters, the pizza flyers, the used batteries, hair bobbles and pens that don’t work.  and biff stuff out.
Of course, I only biff out the stuff I didn’t think I should biff out last time I was having a biff out. The rest of the stuff I file away, so I can biff it out next time.
This is how it works for most people, yes?


Anyway, I got through the lounge pile of paper, the bedroom pile and the stuff that was balancing on the bookcase. Then I needed a place to store the stuff I’d decided to keep, and am going to biff out next time. And that was when I remembered the plastic container where last time I had stored some stuff to throw out later.

I had to pull it out of the bedroom cupboard, and when I did a pile of stuff fell down. Table clothes, pillow cases. An empty sunblock tube and a pair of earphones. And so I scooped them all up, and there, beneath the rubble, and beside the plant encyclopedia and the pictures I haven’t hung up yet because I’ve only lived in my house for 18 months and the walls are concrete and I keep forgetting… well there, my friends, was a pile of notebooks!

Not just one notebook, but 3! So I should probably tell you I have been lying to you. I don’t own 23 notebooks, I own 26.





No, 27! Because my fabulous friend Davina gave me the best notebook ever for my birthday. It’s the Best Notebook Ever because it has cats on it and in it. Hold on I will show you… 






AND… that’s not all… it came with matching pens!

 

See how they all match and belong together!

So you see, I share with notebooks a never ending love affair. I’m not addicted to notebooks, I simply form deep loving relationships with the potential of each bound volume of blank pages.

I’ve analysed the situation, and have come to the conclusion that I definitely do NOT have too many notebooks. I simply need a better system for keeping track of them.




Perhaps, if I get a new notebook, I could use it to make a list of the notebooks I have, and the places they are placed around the house…

Yes. You’ll have to excuse me. I’m off to buy a notebook for my notebooks!

Credits:
Always keep a notebook handy, Quoted from: Jamie Gandee  lh4.googleusercontent.com/-usGsnmEbTE...