This is horrible.
I’ve just realised that I can’t find my old notebook anywhere!
It’s a small, black notebook I bought last year, it has pages that you can flip backwards along a blue-ring spine, kind of like those parking ticket notebooks. And it costs a dollar fifty.
But it was my idea notebook that I carried around with me everywhere! If something came to mind for a story while I was in the bus, i’d whip it out and jot it down on the spot.
Or if I saw something beautiful I’d try and write it down in a description.
Or if I was imagining what a character would say to another in my head as I walked, and someone said something funny I’d write it down before I forget.
I finished using most of the pages one day and it became dusty for a while as I switched to using my phone as an on-the-go-notebook.
And now I have absolutely no idea where it is.
Oh notebook, can you hear my desperate heart pleading out?
I want my ideas back!
Why did you run away?! (technically I was the one who misplaced you but still!)
I feel like I’ve lost a part of my mind forever.
Like a dream that’s forgotten.
I want that notebook back.
That dusty old notebook that costs $1.50 , filled with all of my thoughts.