Today, I was in a book shop (one of the only kinds of shop I actually like) and I was looking at notebooks, cool ones with graffiti-pattern covers and stuff like that, when a thought hit me. "Kathy, how many notebooks do you actually own and how many have you used?" that was the voice inside my head. So when I got home (without buying any notebooks, I'm glad to say) I counted some of them.
Name a number?
And I'm pretty sure that I have way more than that hiding away in deep, dark corners of my cave torture-chamber bedroom. Over thirty notebooks, all half-used, and yet I keep buying more. Strange, aren't I?
So today's 'moral' is, finish one notebook before starting another. Or they become an addiction.