I have a collection of moleskines. I have one in my purse, another in my schoolbag, a different one on my night table. They are all black. I have large ones and small ones. Hardback and paperback. Some with lined pages and some without. And I use them every day. All day. In the morning when I first wake up. At traffic lights while commuting here and there. At the kitchen table. And a bunch of other places. I use them to jot down ideas, notes, quotes, doodles, moments, to do lists, and important reminders. Buried between the lines are future verses for poems, plot summaries of short stories waiting to be written, chapter sketches for that novel I was supposed to finish three years ago, lesson plans, and unusual classroom activities that I hope will someday engage my students and spark their interests. Last week was the beginning of the 2015 Northern Virginia Writing Project’s Invitational Summer Institute and I finally got to dig through the pages of my moleskines, find buried treasures, and write.
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