I remember, as a child, sitting under a tree during summer holidays writing stories for my own amusement. I guess I still do that. I wish I still had all those old notebooks--duotangs were all I could afford then (holdovers from the school year.) Now I have an odd assortment I used to take to work with me where I would sit in my machine …
I remember, as a child, sitting under a tree during summer holidays writing stories for my own amusement. I guess I still do that. I wish I still had all those old notebooks--duotangs were all I could afford then (holdovers from the school year.) Now I have an odd assortment I used to take to work with me where I would sit in my machine and scribble notes to myself: Stories, ideas, plots. Who doesn't like a good notebook?
I remember, as a child, sitting under a tree during summer holidays writing stories for my own amusement. I guess I still do that. I wish I still had all those old notebooks--duotangs were all I could afford then (holdovers from the school year.) Now I have an odd assortment I used to take to work with me where I would sit in my machine and scribble notes to myself: Stories, ideas, plots. Who doesn't like a good notebook?