I don’t often visit the National Art shop on National Ave. here in Springfield, but such avoidance flows from no hatred of the arts. I simply have no need for the tools they provide, being neither an artist nor a nation, and what few items they have that I might use (paper and pens/pencils) are generally overpriced. Despite that, I found myself wandering their gleaming aisles yesterday while April shopped for easels. During her art class last semester, April discovered that she has a burgeoning interest in art, and a fair talent for its discourse, but felt limited in her expression at home. Lacking an easel meant laying the paper flat upon the floor or a table, which made getting the proper perspective translated onto the page impossible.
Since April’s parents had established a tradition with her older brothers of acquiring furniture on their behalf upon college graduation, April’s first thought was to get an easel, hence the art shop. I, of course, began looking at paper and pens.
The moleskine notebook had always intrigued me, mostly because it is horribly overpriced for relatively little paper. Being in a generous and celebratory mood though, I decided to pick one up along with a pen, hoping this would inspire me to jot down ideas as I had them and maybe develop a little poetry. Though the notebook was still expensive, they (surprisingly enough) had it for less than Barnes & Noble, so I didn’t feel quite so cheated.
After I carried it around in my back pocket all afternoon and used it a bit, I felt even better about the purchase. The cover is quite sturdy and the notebook wasn’t damaged at all by my rough usage of it. I was really shocked at its durability, and though adding the pen in there made it a little uncomfortable, it wasn’t too bad. I could always carry the pen elsewhere, of course.
We’ll see how long this lasts, but I’m hopeful. I wrote an idea for a poem down, and I’ve been churning out short story ideas with increasing regularity. One of my current projects is, “A Horrible Little Book of Horrible Short Stories,” and I’d like to add a few more to it before I’m done. Now I just need to find the time to write.
My mom departs around 5 p.m. tonight, and April’s got a work meeting so I’ll be writing as much as I can this evening. The entirety of this upcoming week (in the evenings only, since I work all day) will be dedicated to writing blog entries for the next two months so I don’t have to worry about that for a while and can focus on my scifi novel and short stories. Someday I’d like to start writing theological essays with more regularity, but I need to devote myself to getting some of these other projects actually done. One at a time with great abandon, and then start the next upon completion of the first.
Time to go drink some more coffee with my mom, and then we’re going to visit the Vineyard again this morning. By the way, I have a Flickr page now, so for all you non-Facebook people there’s a place where I’ll start putting some pictures up. Yay?