My moleskine, and the ex libris I wrote when I got it.

When I first read of the Moleskine from Stephan (from this post), I thought to myself, Such indulgence for a notebook!

Granted, ever since I graduated high school (and not having owned a computer of any sort until I graduated college) I have kept written journals, written in specialty (or novelty) imported notebooks from South Korea.* Those, I burned when I moved to the USA. They contained my most private of thoughts over four years, and the time came that they died a well-deserved death. To this day I don’t regret any of it.

In the years since I have lived in the USA, I never wrote in one of those ever again. Somehow everything that I had been occupied with just stood in the way. In the beginning, maintaining a fledgeling blog was good enough to pour out my thoughts. As I cycled from journal blogger to political commentator and back to where I am now, I find that there was something missing when I would sit down in front of the computer to write.

There was some sort of disconnect I could not get my finger on.

Imagine my delight, then, when I took the pen to my new notebook and started writing. For the first time in the many months since I started my night shift job, it felt good to write!

So here I am now, writing about how much I like writing again. Perhaps none of you will ever see what is in my Moleskine, but having a distinct place for my private thoughts has unclogged the pipe, so to speak, for the words meant for all of you.

* (On a very digressive note, I found that there is a Morning Glory store within 30 miles of where I live. Also, while I haven’t gone to that store yet, my notebooks were far more minimalistic in design than those found in this online store. Most of them had a plain pastel color and some nonsensical quote in what I call Engrish.)