"Sure, Moleskines and journals filled with paper aged in special Grecian
water and hand-beaten by young virgins who’ve recently bathed in pure olive oil
are lovely to behold. But I can’t scribble bad dialogue, inept character
studies, and poorly-rendered scenes on paper that costs a buck or more a
notebooks imported from whoosy-whatsy, and I’ve sat in donut shops staring at
the blank pages for hours before writing three words and carefully crossing them
out. Now the notebooks sit in an ornamental stack at the corner of my
mine are crap. Although I write longhand anywhere — in bed, on the subway,
walking down the street — I tear out each page and throw it away as soon as I
type the words into the computer."
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