My Cheatin' Art -- Reb MacRath
It's never easy, putting an old love to pasture in order to romp with a new one. In fact, it's often ill-advised and sure to bring on a hailstorm of disapproval and contempt. We may be left with nothing when the new love walks or we wish that s/he would. I knew all this. But, even so, when the Muse whistled to me 'Time to change!' I said so long to my old love: I'd used Moleskine notebooks for many years, in love with their various thoses : those durable, finely bound covers...those handy back-end pouches...those premium quality pages... I loved way the Moleskines fit in my coat pocket. And I loved the sense of belonging to a club of writers and artists who'd all been Moleskine lovers. In the course of writing a novel, I'd use one notebook for research and notes, then others for various parts of draft 1. I had no way of knowing my love would ever end. And yet it did on 12/23 when I read Lev Butts' AE blog on last-minute Christmas gift ide...