I have feared my Moleskine for almost a year. It's still in its shrinkwrap. I have pondered and pondered about what to write in it. It has totally intimidated me. Take a look at Moleskinerie, a blog devoted to creative uses for its elegance and creamy paper, and you'll be intimidated too.
Why did I buy the thing? I'm not elegant, and my writing is barely worthy of the ink in my fountain pens.
In fact, I don't deserve a Moleskine...
Ok, call me neurotic. It's just a notebook, after all, even if its
yellow band calls it "the legendary notebook of Hemingway, Picasso, Chatwin."
I do not want to write like Hemingway! Chatwin, maybe.
Picasso? I can barely draw a square, never mind a dove as simple and eloquent as his.
I've decided to use the Moleskine as a Commonplace Book. My Moleskine is small, but so is my handwriting. I shall begin by copying phrases,sentences, poems, and song lyrics that please and inspire me. I shall not go out of my way to find quotes. This will be a Happenstance Commonplace Book.
I found the first entry in the dedication to a children's book:
Vincent Van Gogh:
"I know nothing with any certainty,
but the sight of stars makes me dream."