Comments on: Books Without Words

By: mikster

mikster — Fri, 30 Nov 2007 13:32:07 +0000

Hmmm….a chizzywhoot. That sounds like something a person would expel which didn’t go down well.

By: Linda

Linda — Fri, 30 Nov 2007 05:32:12 +0000

Oh, er, I just bought a gorgeous notebooks today - not sure why, it looked so yummy. All old fashioned with some Franch inscriptions on the cover.

I shall put it with my other ones.

By: Girl Fren'

Girl Fren' — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 16:56:10 +0000

Hey, LindaF–a blank page or a blank book is nothing more than a dead tree. There are no Book Cops; if someone shows up claiming to be one, charging you with Felony Mundane-ity, fer instance, let us know. The BW’s will eat them for lunch. (How’s that for mundane?)

Be free, little bird, fly….write any damn thing you want.

Girl Fren’

By: LindaF

LindaF — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 15:28:31 +0000

I don’t have any interest in journaling, but I still find myself spending at least 15 minutes looking at them whenever I visit Borders or Barnes and Nobles. The covers are so beautiful and inviting. I’ve only bought a couple, with the intent of using it but then I feel like if I write something mundane or boring in it, I’ve wasted a page. So they are still blank. Strange I know.

By: Granny Annie

Granny Annie — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 14:18:45 +0000

I crave blank books. Once the pages have been written on, it is no longer a blank book. I must have another in stock or I will purchase another asap. Recently I decided to sketch as well as journal. Now I must have blank sketch books as well as blank writing books. If anyone wants to torture me, they simply must mark on a page in my blank book.

By: BeanieWeanie

BeanieWeanie — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 03:14:58 +0000

I’ve never even been tempted to write in a journal. The fact that Oprah recommends that everyone keep a journal confirms my belief that they are completely useless.
It’s kind of weird that journaling hasn’t been replace by private blogging or something like that. Maybe the physical act of writing stuff down is what floats people’s boats.
As for throwing books away: the last book I threw away was the bible.

By: Girl Fren'

Girl Fren' — Wed, 28 Nov 2007 16:06:35 +0000

Well, that’s the thing, Jayne….there’s some kind of mysterious magnetism between Books Without Words and people like us, who have so very many words. They seek us out, empty pages yearning to be filled from the stockpile of words, plots, vignettes, half-finished plays, refrigerator poetry and such filling our respective craniums (or is it cranii?)See what I mean?

Imagine this scenario: a word-ridden, would-be writer scuffing along in a charity shop runs across such a journal…who knows how he or she would enjoy that fragment of who, where, what you were back then….don’t throw out the books. Along with your old boots & unwanted Christmas lingery, drop them into a bin bag and leave at a Charity Store. Feed the imagination of some future fellow traveler.