You can read Part 2 here. Part 3 is here.
I have an entire bookshelf which holds notebooks and sketchbooks going back over 20 years. Ones prior to that are lost to somewhere, perhaps a landfill.
Here’s is an entry from August 18, 2005 which I’m quite proud of.
Aah…the first writings in a new book. Often we want the piece to be our best (hoping that when we have returned to the Earth that the person that picks up this book on eBay, at an estate sale, or perhaps through a family hand me down) that the new owner will be so impressed with the quality of the work that they will want to read on-savoring the prose-becoming so entranced in the words of long ago that the new owner will feel compelled to find an all-night diner, Dunkin Donuts, or iHop-reading, caffeinating, and becoming lost in the World of Words, until dawn shakes free the last tendrils of steam from the once again empty cup and our Traveler trudges out to his (or her) car, bike, or other conveyance to shower, brush hair and teeth, and get ready to face the workday.
But progress will be slow that day at work because the Old Book will beg to be re-read.
Concentration wanes.
(This is what we all hope for).