My fingers trace the textured cover, the pattern an assortment of paths a story may take. And I am filling this notebook you gave me with stories, with words, with ink on paper, with ferocious thoughts and fleeting thoughts and the idea that, one day, one of these stories may see print, that others may read them too, and perhaps wonder, Where did this story come from? Was it first laid down on paper and hidden from us till now?
That is some idea, is it not? It could happen. One letter at a time, laid down on paper. Ink forms letters, then words, then sentences. Ferocious thoughts. Fleeting thoughts. Stories. I write them, I write.
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.
Something you carry with u everywhere u go?
@Baby Sumo: That would be a nice idea, wouldn’t it?
what are your oldest surviving manuscripts? do you have dog-eared, yellowed notebooks, dating back to the late ’80s perhaps, filled with schoolboy poetry? i think i have nothing. everything’s been thrown away. which is fine, i guess, cos there’s nothing i wrote before the mid-’90s that’s truly worth preserving or remembering…
@Sean: I don’t remember doing any poetry at school. I do have some older journals, probably filled with cringe-worthy ramblings. But we never know the value of what is worth preserving till later, do we?
I envy the person who is going to inherit this red moleskine & all your other previous moleskines with its valuable contents one day…
@jemima: I doubt my journals and notebooks are gonna be of much value to anyone other than myself, and that for sentimental reasons, really. (My relatives would probably rather I was wealthy and inherit money instead, haha.)
Love Moleskines. But then again, I love books to write on. It’s the feeling of pen on paper, the flow of words transferred from your head to the hand that scribbles.
It’s a little sad that people hardly write these days. (I refrain from using the word “traditional” to depict writing with pen and paper. Writing IS the exercise of putting pen on paper. Work done on the computer is called “typing”)
@Michelle: Yes. Yes. You got it. There is such a difference in texture of the words and the thoughts that are formed when one is putting pen to paper. The rhythm, the physical act itself. All different, all changed.
I want to write, really write, more and more.
PS: I love that you’ve changed the colour of your blog header from red to orange. (You might have done this a while ago, but I’m seeing this for the first time today.)
I love orange. =)
@Michelle: I changed the colour of the blog header on January 1st, 2012! A fresh look for a fresh beginning! And I love the colours too – so bright and sunny, yeah?
Keep the writings well and you can show your grandchildren next time :)
@FiSh: Grandchildren? Hoo-boy.
walked in a moleskine shop, saw the price, left :P
@kc: Mine was a gift! Hehe.
i love moleskines but they’re so expensive! now i resort to the free app instead hehe. i know. bad writer.
@Jun: As long as we write, it doesn’t really matter how we do it, right?
i have a maroon moleskin…but the light and thin kind, figured i wanna even go minimalist with my handbag (resolution for 2012 or scare from the stolen episode? mmm)
@rokh: A Moleskine for every occasion, perhaps? Strange that you’re commenting on this red Moleskine post since I have a new Moleskine post today! Haha.
haha because i am catching up on all your posts :P
@rokh: Hooray for catching up! I think that’s how I like my new blogging schedule – something short daily so readers can read a new post every day or just catch up like you did, several pieces at a go.