But this one will be different.
At this point, you're probably on the edge of your seat, just dying to know what my brilliant mind has come up with this time. Alright, you're probably not that excited. Maybe you're not excited at all, but that's okay. I'll just be excited for you. Because my new project is...
Letters To Everyone.
At this point, you're probably scratchign your head thinking, "What the heck is wrong with this person? What is this "Letters to Everyone" thing anyway? I've never heard of it. And frankly, I don't even care." Allow me the honors of explaining my (amazing) idea to you.
It all starts at the Paper Source.
In case you don't know what it is, it's a store that sells a bunch of writing stuff (like notebooks) fun reads, and cheap little things that will be forgoteen in a 2-week period. Basically, it's the closest thing to heaven that I can find. Anyway, I was going through the notebooks trying to find one that would work for my friend's birthday present (That story is for another time) when I found the notebook of my dreams.
There was the quote "We are the music makers of the world, and the dreamers of dreams" Plastered on the front cover next to an elephant holding a trumpet. Inside the notebook random pages would have inspiring quotes having to do with the artistic muse, dreams, and other things that made my poetic heart practically shriek with glee.
Before I knew what I was doing, the notebook was on the check-out counter and I was clutching it in my arms, along with a few other items, such as my friend's birthday present. The minute I got home, I flopped down on my bed and stared at the notebook. I had no idea what do do with it. My mind started churning with ideas, but each of them were rejected.
What about a diary?
Umm, no. You know that the longest those things have lasted is 24 hours. Do you want that to go the same way? I think not.
Hey, maybe this could be my new sketchbook!
If you wanted a sketchbook, you would have gotten a sketchbook, not a notebook. There is a difference, you know. Next!
All of this mental debating went on for about an hour, until I stumbled upon the perfect idea. What if I wrote letters to everyone I knew, full of confessions and memories and advice having to do with those people? The letters would never be sent, of course, but in the end, I would have my life's memories in the form of a letter. I must say, I was very proud of myself.
So I picked up the pencil and began.
Right now, the project looks like a success. Wish me luck as I desperately try to keep this going, because I think that I'll regret it if I don't (not to mention that the notebook deserves nothing other to be filled with words to the very last page).
UPDATE: Okay, so...the project went really really well for awhile, and then I lost the notebook. Well, more like I completely forgot about it and when I finally remembered, it was gone. Which really sucks. Oh, well. I told you that I wasn't good at these things.