One is Never Enough

I did it again.

Over the past week I have been using the Stereoport/Eastern Undercurrent sketchbooks with a lot of success. My mind is flittering with ideas and getting them down is simple and beautiful. I am thinking visually again, in snippets of atmospheric pressure and shots of color. I can carry it around with me, and I do. People stop me everywhere I am to peek through it. It’s interesting – I don’t mind. I thrive on collective interest and instant reaction. I had someone who had never seen my work read through the entire week’s worth of work and nod her head at me, telling me it was interesting.

I liked that.

So, with the spare cash I had this week I picked up a slightly larger, more brown sketchbook for Cartography, which has gotten no love lately and needs to be chipped at. It’s the third and final piece of my current Works In Progress. The one with the actual first draft and the whole history hashed out. The one that isn’t quite there, but almost.

The one I know a lot about.

So, I thought a another visual escape for it would be a good idea. Something to get me thinking about it in a different way. Yes, this one is my baby. This one is my story gem and I hope that I’ll do it justice one day. Thankfully, I’ve already tried it once and failed spectacularly, which I am proud of. In fact, there is nothing I am proud of more in my writing career than the marvelous disaster that is the first Cartography draft.

I love this sketchbook already. Old maps, brown tones. Places I’ve never been.
Yet another fake history to immerse myself in.