The Love of Paper

I don’t know if all writers feel the same way I do about paper, but I just love the stuff. If I’m not careful, I pick up all kinds of stationery and writing utensils every chance I get.

One of the purchases is legitimate; I had a baby shower and needed thank-you notes. But, I didn’t need the cheap little notebooks for a dollar. I have a bunch of pens unopened in the drawer of my desk, too.

I never travel anywhere without paper and something to write with. Just in case I get a cool idea, I have to be able to write it down. And, in case I’m driving, I also have a digital recorder.

You’d think I could manage with just the recorder, but somehow I don’t seem to be able to let go of the paper.

I think I’ll need paper-lovers anonymous, but is it really so bad?