I try to keep a notebook on person, just in case I am struck with desire to write.

Does that ever happen to you? I went to Target (I should go more in-depth with my affinity for that store) and picked up a black, Moleskine knock-off--I'd rather not pay an extra ten dollars for a name--with a black, paper quilted exterior. The paper was slightly tinted yellow and gridded, not lined. For some reason, I prefer to write certain things on graph paper. But I digress.

I was sick of scrambling for scraps of paper. Old, fading receipts, envelopes with jagged, opened edges, in the margins of notes, on the back of grade assignments. If I was lucky, I could remember them long enough to find a notebook of some sorts to keep my words in--or even better, I would keep them in my head. More often then not, luck was not on my side, and chances are that I forget these fleeting phrases not long after they strike me.

So logically, I bought some small notebooks to keep in my purse, locker, wherever. (I made sure to buy quite a few, as I'm pretty forgetful and tend to misplace my things now and again) On the way to and from class, for instance, I'll be hit with something. For some bizarre reason, I'll just have the insatiable urge to write things down. Sometimes they don't make sense. Sometimes I am pleased with my results.

I think that having a little book to jot thoughts in is quite handy. One of the best decisions I've made.