13 Friday Dec 2019
Posted in Things
It’s Santa Lucia, over here – the gift bringer. One of these days I’ll tell you about the various forms the legend and the tradition take, but not today. Today – as you may have gathered by the post’s title – it’s about the notebooks.
Because, you see, this year, together with the usual candy, a couple of books, and the first December snowfall* in ages, Saint Lucia gave me three notebooks – and they couldn’t be more different. Continue reading
07 Thursday Apr 2016
Posted in Scribbling, Things
Ha, the mystery is solved.
I mean the mystery about the notes I thought I’d taken while watching my play performed, four years ago – and couldn’t find anymore. Or at least, not in the quantity I remember…
Did my storytelling mind make up all the note-taking because it was nice and writerly – the Playwright At Work?
Well, the answer is Yes – and No.
And it went like this: yesterday morning I woke up with a hazy notion that perhaps I had made notes on a printed copy of the play… Continue reading
14 Saturday Feb 2015
Posted in Books
We were speaking of notebooks, remember?
Well, Henry James was one compulsive notebooker. He always had one with him, where he noted ideas and interesting conversations, he brainstormed plot and characters and recorded engagements and addresses. Among other things, in one of them is found his solemn decision of giving up playwriting after Guy Domville flopped.
Poor Mr. James… Continue reading
12 Thursday Feb 2015
Posted in Scribbling
Oh, the notebook – the vital, lovely, indispensable notebook!
It’s taken me ages to learn to always, but always have one at hand. Ages and endless frustration (and a certain amount of tears) over lost ideas, scraps of descriptions, book references and all sorts of things – things that never became notes, because I didn’t have the means to jot them down at the moment. Continue reading
