thoughts on paper 3/14

I am starting a new project and a journal is required. We live in a world where this conjures a maze of choices. Does one use a looseleaf binder? A scrap book with lovely ten inch square pages ? Watercolor paper? Moleskin? Lines or unlined? Small or big? Digital?

(God forbid- but anything in a pinch)(auto correct can be a plus)(although it did just change the word auto to soot).

To the uninitiated this question may smack of self absorption. It may be thought that the author must have bigger problems. Surely there are more important subjects upon which to ponder. And surely right now there are, but I am choosing to indulge in this most enjoyable persuit.

For those of us who do know the benefits of hot pressed v. Cold pressed, flax v. linen, hand made or mass produced, it is serous business.

For we know that paper can indeed inform the process.

Legal pad or drawing pad, sturdy enough for water media and collage?

or sufficiently elegant for the delicate scratch of a glass pen dipped in brown ink?

These are the questions that are occupying my mind this morning as I am hurtling through space on a Saturday morning in car number #### on the Long Island Railroad.

As I write this I am reminded that we are indeed blessed with multitudinous abundance.

Jane Austen wrote her manuscripts first from left to right and then from top to bottom in between the horizontal letters to preserve precious paper. Solzhenitsyn memorized thousands of pages in his head while in a Russian prison camp before being able to commit them to paper upon his intermittent moments of freedom.

And so it is with gratitude, and with those writers and others in my thoughts, that I embark on this most luxuriant and yet not frivolous journey- to find the next blank book in which to collect my thoughts and perhaps to capture some poetry on the fly.

Or maybe I can just look on my desk ( those who know me are snickering by now )

and find that it is already there.